We know why the old piece of paper is yellow
It's not because of overuse
With very little written on it
It's been set aside for so long
Not that anyone expected this page
To do anything by itself
He may have had high hopes
When he added a few black lines on white
If he had valued his work
Safely put it away
But it was left exposed
In a corner of the room
Right where the bright morning sun
Not slowed down by the thin glass
Did what he didn' t do
Finished turning the color of the paper
copyright 05-02-08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
TOM, THIS IS A REMINDER TO ALL THOSE WHO HAVE WORDS WAITING TO BE TRANSFERRED TO PAPER! GET MOVING AND PUT THEM DOWN! CHANGE THAT PAPER COLOR WITH AN ADDITION OF COLORED INK. A PAPER MAY WILT BUT OUR MINDS MAY, ALSO. TREASURES MUST BE 'AIRED'AND SHARED. THANK YOU! MY BEST, CAROL