Writer's Love - Poem by Gabriel Jirgba
I spoke with a homey yesterday
He is a writer -not a poet though
He and I are familiar with each other
He is the author of the novel 'Heart's Journey'
-that lovely story about Teenage Love Affair-
We dont meet any often so yesterday,
I payed a visit to him at dust;
Straight to his private parlour
I beheld him staring quietly at old pictures,
Pictures of him and Christabel -the girl
I could perceive gloom the very moment I entered
Guessing what I already was sure of in an opposite chair
But I figured he needed some air
So the whole time we exchanged no words.
Closely 40minutes, his head lifted, words came out:
'Why do we writers write better than we act? '
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