Do they read my poems? Maybe not; maybe that is my lot
But keep on writing I must, else my thoughts would
turn to dust. And I wouldn’t want that to happen –
leaving my brain to go unused. But someone out
there must be reading my work – maybe it’s an
office clerk or someone who likes to shirk. But,
sorry I cannot stop, I’ve got to finish my work
because I’m not the one who is going to shirk!