IN MY OWN WORDS
In my Own Words
My mind is aglow with words from where I don’t know
They come to me at all times of day
I try to resist but they persist and persist
Until I succumb and my pen goes astray
“Four scores and seven years ago” I write
'Sounds too familiar' I say with a frown
And I grab a fresh sheet of paper
“It is a far far better thing I do” I jot down
But alas that too is a blooper
“The hills are alive..” I write with the stoke of my pen
But visions of Julie Andrews come into view
And I am forced to move on once again
Searching for a line that will ring ever true
Frustration sets in as I try one more time
To write something original and proper
“Ask not what your country. ” A definite good line to rhyme
But no it’s just another belly whooper
I lay down my pen take a sip of red wine
And lean back in my chair and breath out
I am sure the words that are mine will arrive in good time
And my conscience will be free of doubt
©Copyright 2009 Charlie Gragg
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