The Writer Poem by Michael Crawford

Another day has come and gone
So much to do is done
It is good to stop and reflect and say
So glad to be alive, so glad to find another way

The morning is quiet, the sun rises from the east
The night before with friends, such a feast
The room is quiet, so few enjoying breakfast
Last time here, the meal was the best

So much be to be thankful for
Even when I am rich or poor
Sometimes you can forget and lose sight
Even those you meet think, it has to be a fight

Tomorrow I fly out to distant land
To a place where there is less trees and more sand
The flight is long with many hours to think
About a women I love, then have another drink


I plan to ride camels around great structures of the past
Wherever I go or do, I want that moment to last
Another inspiring day, I surely hope
Please dear God, let there be soap

Time can be tough when you want to write
Even when it is dark, and there isn't much light
Inspirational thoughts come to those who wait
Maybe tomorrow night, just around eight

Friends I met from the past and from afar
Will meet me again when I arrive in the old bar
We will talk and laugh about past events
All of us will know what we all meant

There is a yearning to traveler in many of us
Out the window, I see many board the Double Decker bus
By plane, car or ship, you will need to go
When you arrive, you may say to yourself or others, So


The waitress asked me if I want another coffee
I said yes, then I thought about Sophie
I will be alone again in a place, to find something to write about
Will there be songs of joy or could there be angry shouts


I thank her for all that I learned, now my love will not wane
Every day of my life and when I board that boat or plane
The temperature will be hot and maybe humid when I arrive
I will have my guide at my side, to chat and keep me alive