Why I Write
By Michael Shutt
People have asked me-
Hey Mike-
Why do you write?
Is it because there's
Money there?
Oh hell. Please.
Don't make me scold.
I do not write for
Caesar's gold.
Or maybe 'cause
There is a cause
You care about
And want to give
A big shout out?
Do you think you
Are such a sage
When you see your name
On a written page?
Oh, hell no friends
It's simply this-
Life's worn me down-
A pale cold kiss
Now spurs me to
Put thoughts to paper.
Life's a dream-
A fleeting vapor.
And so in writing
Do I find
A bit of me
To leave behind.
To say that I once
Breathed Earth's air.
To say that once,
Once,
I was here.
Oct 26,2012 ·
MRR
Eloquently frank, truthfully felt and sincere. Written as a true trooper, with no false veneer. Enjoyed, very much!
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Eloquently frank, truthfully felt and sincere. Written as a true trooper, with no false veneer. Enjoyed, very much!