My Pen Is Happy Poem by King Happy
My Pen Is Happy
I'm trying to be.
I'm trying to be
better -
Better then I thought
I would ever try to be.
A certain fire has been lit
when I stopped sparking my life to ashes.
Like a drunkard on a tightrope
I believe in myself,
In whatever I do.
Even if at the end of the day,
that's still not enough,
And I find the doubters convictions ring true -
I'm still here.
With a pencil, or a keyboard in my hand
Smiling.
Drunkard smiling sounds like me everybody likes Taylor Saint's music What's wrong with me? !
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4/19/2024 11:05:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Your poem is a smiley.... I love its brilliance. Stay blessed