Friday, February 17, 2012

A Writer's Lament


A Writer’s Lament
                                                By Enrico Graffiti

Words and words, I craft the flow,
Almost there; new book to go.
A story told; a tale is done.
Is this the end of all the fun?

New themes emerge; new twists to weave.
I need to write, would you believe?
Not now they say; under the gun.
Is this the end of all the fun?

I blog and guest, wall and tweet,
My reader’s needs, I have to meet.
It’s not a book, words by the ton,
Is this the end of all the fun?

From all this stuff I want to run,
To rest and think under the sun.
Ask myself, where it’s all gone,
Is this the end of all the fun?

That’s it, No More! I want to write,
Not blogs and tweets or similar blight.
New thoughts, new Pace, a book, a tale,
But if I don’t, I get… NO SALE.

This is the end of all the fun,
The words are gone, the writing done.


I’m not a poet, but the sentiments are genuine.

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