Turn To Dust

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!

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