So as I sit here with this poetry I'm reading
I sit here also wondering if snaps is a thing.
Or if as I finish you all will be clapping,
though that's just my imagining.
That ya'll will applaud my nervous tapping,
of my pencil that wrote the words I'm recapping.
I put my heart into my ink,
not really daring to care what you think.
For I know if I don't stay true to myself,
I would have to right to ask you if I did well.
I can still hear the scratch of paper,
still see the smudges left be my eraser.
For you as well as I know of these word I am the placer,
and I don't always find the perfect words that rhyme.
Though I want to thank you for all the time you gave me,
So let this be my last words to thee...
If you'd be so kind...
...could you snap for me?
