Sharing with My Pen: A Poem
Enjoying my late summer holiday
in my European faraway homeland
I'm looking for some good poetic way
to express the joys only I can understand.
Suddenly elated with my old ties revived
with memories galore wherever I may look
with nostalgic feeling from moment I arrived
should I write a poem, or should I write a book.
So, just like many times before
these few words are but my codes
when I read them I don't need more
they place me on my childhood roads.
I just wonder -- why those true poets write
do they, like myself, just whisper to their pen
or they spend hours lonely in a sleepless night
in the need for understanding eyes now and then.
Is their creation merely a child of happy soul
so simple, while pleasing to the parent's eyes
or is it a child of a drive with an ambitious goal
eagerness to reach some culture market's highs.
Well, I cannot be in other people's shoes
we all do things for our own personal fun
sharing with my pen that's what I choose
but happy if it reaches a heart of anyone.
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