Give It A Moment Poem by Little King of Sorrows

Give it a moment...

My pen shall dance and sing.

My finger's puppet.

It puts on a play to my delight.
A display of magic as I write.

Give it a moment...

My pen sheds tears of ink.

My finger's captive.

A slave to plant my words by hand.
It wakes and rests at my command.

Give it a moment...

My pen will surely die.

My finger's friend.

By my side through night and day.
But all good things must fade away.

© 2013 L.K.Sorrows