A Poem A Day Poem by Cyrus Diaz
A Poem A Day
The pen starts scribbling
and out the words came
giving life to the paper
erasing its nothingness.
A poem a day
is such a tedious hobby
it drains the brain
as it drains the veins.
Till your hands feel weary,
then you get tired - you stop.
Sweet man,
if you can read my poems
when I'm gone,
commemorate not
what I have done,
Remember me sweet man,
Remember me sweet man.
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