Writing - Poem by Pendelita Toney
The pen is my piano on which I compose the tune
that will light up the world for all to see soon.
With my writing, I can choose to speak
in a staccato style or take the allegro mile.
When I take my pen in hand, often the notes I play
are just the mind's brilliant keystroke away.
So when you hear the notes I play,
remember to sing as if it were a piano
concert that you hear that day.
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