Edgar James Momoh
So You Are An Author? - Poem by Edgar James Momoh
I read it, heard it and felt it;
Like you said it in your book
A book with pages that cannot be flipped with the thumb,
Or cataloged on a shelf.
It is an open book that can be read by all.
Its letters are written in bold character,
Even so its fine prints are not unreadable.
The footnotes are boldly expressed
As though they are captions.
You are the author of the book of your life.
Always writing with indelible ink,
Not on pages or tablets of stone,
But on every heart that comes along your way.
They read every page with intense inquiry.
And every time you open your mouth,
You let them into a new chapter of your book.
Your attitude, moods and actions too are new chapters.
Keep writing as we keep reading
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