The aged author.
Writing in the dead of night.
Forgotten too soon.
His pen runs out of ink.
Old and worn like he is too.
He gets another one.
He finishes the book.
Surely it is his greatest work.
A work no-one will read.
YOU ARE READING
Anywhere.
PoetryI've written a lot of poetry, and I guess people should here it. Some are about me and my experiences but are mostly just poems.
