Whatever happened to those poets and poetess
that use to put pencil to paper?
Now, look at everything is on the computer.
Oh, how the tears streamed down my cheeks
I bowed my head shrugged.
I leaned my forehead against the window glass
while my mind is remembering the past
thinking to myself, nothing really lasts.
Then my heart started to burn in happiness
old poets and poetess still live...
they may have praised
but their words outlived.
I cried out in a very loud voice
that couldn't hide what I have been feeling inside,
I am a poetess and my words will forever live.
-Judy Emery Copyright © 2006
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery.
