Every day I write, even in the middle of the night,
when it’s not at all bright. Words seem to fall into
place, even if I am going at a slow pace. Rhyme
doesn’t matter as long as the meaning is right
I write on a laptop, I write on the table, I write
in the park, even if I listen to a lark.
My writing will never cease, not while I have
my laptop or pen at hand. It makes me feel so
happy, I sometimes imagine I am in the promised
land!
Poems By ken makepeace 