Writers In Life? Poem by Michael Gale
Writers In Life?
Who must know what must be, must be? ...
Who knows what is free for thee?
When will we meet our maker? ...
Throughout life, must we remain lying-ever taking-fakers?
In life we use people like a throw away towel...
We are not wise like a non caring owl.
Writers just sit in on life and examine with care...
Who else would do this?
Who else would care and stare?
Being objective has all it's own perks and credits...
We writers just do not get involved in life.
All we do is read, peruse, scan or edit.
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5/4/2024 3:18:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
AHHHH, MICHAEL JEFFREY(wish i had that name) ibeckon but to my dismay, I MUST, IN HEART DISAGREE, WITH THEE...IT IS SO A WRITERS SILENT OATH, BOND, & TRUSTPIECE, THAT HE ASPIRE TO INJECT HIS OR HER LIFE-MANTRA INTO EVERY READER FOR ACCEPTION OR REJECTION...EITHER WAY WE WIN...BECAUSE WE GOT THEM TO READ US...BUT I KNOW WHAT YA MEANT...& THIS WAS A FINE WRITE, MIKE....IO! '''''''''''''''''''FRANK