What does one put on a page
When one has nothing to say-
Nor anything to write
Worth the time to save
Or to be.
Does one,
Should one
Just fill
A page,
Full of nonsense words
To satisfy some inner quota or agenda
That really matters not at all?
I fill this page, (I think)
To make sure
That there is a record
Of sorts
Of who I was
To someone who will not care
That I, too
Had loves, pains
Laughter and a child
Bore out
Of me
But then what matter
Is just one page
In a whole sea
Of pages,
Just because I wrote on it?
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