I happen to remember a writer
One that didn't hide from creativity
And that scribbled his chicken scratch
Whether it was shame or glory.
I happen to remember a writer
One that dribbled with a ball point pen
On the court of composition
And his unique game was his story.
I happen to remember a writer
One that was afraid to speak
So he wrote his thoughts on pages
And it didn't matter if it would flow.
I happen to remember a writer
One that shared his voice
With the world and helped others-
I wonder where he decided to go?
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
I happen to remember a writer
One that didn't hide from creativity
And that scribbled his chicken scratch
Whether it was shame or glory.
I happen to remember a writer
One that dribbled with a ball point pen
On the court of composition
And his unique game was his story.
I happen to remember a writer
One that was afraid to speak
So he wrote his thoughts on pages
And it didn't matter if it would flow.
I happen to remember a writer
One that shared his voice
With the world and helped others-
I wonder where he decided to go?
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