Everyday

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!