Weedy Words Poem by ERNEST CLARY

Here I am again
pen in hand
being as I have been
my thoughts demand

writing words on papirus
no end in sight
for those that desire us
words we write

some words haunt
our inner soul
others taunt
all have a role

some move our emotions
that of stress and strain
others guide devotions
planting pain

reap the words you host
in your garden of thought
shall a vocabulary we boast
or shall we not

those our hearts spoil
weed them out
our souls soil
more will sprout