I'm the worded avenger,
The clickety-clack of typewriters delight.
These are all I have of me,
Words that don't betray and leave.
What else can there be?
But empty pages filled with hollow words,
Leave all to be desired.
For reading can lose all its love,
When all words created expire.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC
I'm the worded avenger,
The clickety-clack of typewriters delight.
These are all I have of me,
Words that don't betray and leave.
What else can there be?
But empty pages filled with hollow words,
Leave all to be desired.
For reading can lose all its love,
When all words created expire.
