A Reason Or Rhyme Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Whenever I start writing, with a stubby pencil,
Gripped tight, in my hand, I never know how the,
Story will end, many times not even a plan how,
It will begin. Or is it I just like the smell of graphite,
On paper in front of me, or the beauty out my window,
That brings so many inspirations, for me to see.
I start printing letters, one right after another, I do not,
Know when I'll stop, the ending, I have not discovered,
Will it be inspiring or confusion, like how did that wire get in a knot,
For now the ending is still under the cover, like our purpose is to find,
None of us know the exact ending to their part, in this lifetime.
Writing is the same, if I knew the ending at the beginning,
Why would I waste the time, to create a reason or rhyme.


The original: Tom Maxwell 2/3/2023 AD