Seventy-five and writing so much
I know I must be out of touch
with those around me that wonder why.
Their wonder is just as strange to me.
I'll write I know until I die.
There's not a day that I can say
"I shall not write a thing today."
All the words that are in my head
are better written than left unsaid.
I'll write I know until I'm dead.
I've become emotionally involved with this.
I sense that something is amiss.
It seems it happened overnight,
this urge that I must write.
I'll write I know and that's alright
for it makes me happy.
'It seems it happened overnight, this urge that I must write.' a desire need to write can sudden come overnight, the ideas thoughts filling a head crammed with intelligent cognitive experiences, can release earthquake quake or volcanic erupt in a tsunami of words written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wrote the poem 'Life Thoughts Decades Releasing', inspired by the poem 'To Write Or Not To Write', by the poet Edwina Reizer and dedicated to Edwina Reizer.