SOMETIMES I WONDER IT'S HARD FOR ME
Sometimes I wonder,When I wake up late at night.
Where did all the poems go,
The one's that I know I didn't write.
It's not my fault really,
When I wake up late at night.
There lost poems of my soul,
The one's that I know I didn't write.
Do they end up in some inspired heaven,
When I wake up late at night.
Or do they go where all poems go,
The one's that I know I didn't write.
So I hope that I can be forgiven,
When I wake up late at tonight.
For being too tired for poems,
The one's that I know I didn't write.
It's hard for me to write poetry,
When I wake up late at night.
Hope the poems will forgive me
especially,
The ones that I know I didn't write.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-01-19 at 01:06
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