I pressed my pencil
Against the surface
Of a paper.
I placed my fingers
Against the keys
On the keyboard.
Wanting to write
Wanting to create
Something special
Something to share
With all the others
Who wish to read.
I put my pen down.
I pull my fingers away.
From the keyboard.
And slowly frown
For my wonderful idea
Has fled away.
YOU ARE READING
Life and It's Offers
PoetryA collection of poems that depict life and everything it has to offer. Some are infused with humor while others carry an underlying sadness.
