A Screen & Font Nobody Knows - Poem by Chris Boyles
Who am I but a name on a screen
a face many have never even seen.
Just a font who writes her poetry
who is there who really knows me.
Who sees the heart that beats within
who wants to know hmmpphh grin.
Who can look further than a screen
who will know who Ive always been.
Would anyone ever take that chance
and give this poet a second glance.
Would there be many want to know
from just where this poet did grow.
I really dont think it matters anyway
they are just words I share everyday.
I was just sat before watching the tv
all of a sudden words came to me.
A screen and a font nobody knows
so many words shared here in prose.
Off I toddle away from this here site
as I go in search of a relaxing night.
Good night..guten nacht..auf viedersehen
until such times as we meet here again.
We are all somebody no matter who
so I now wish a good evening to you.
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