Fred Babbin

Rookie (1925 / Chicago)

Why Do I Write? - Poem by Fred Babbin

My blood is in my pen
And when I write
My drops of blood form words.
Would that my blood went down the drain,
Then I would never have to write –
Then I would never write again.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011

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