I must be getting old almost time to give it all away
I seem to like a little quiet in order to think of late
So many where I am full blast as if music at 7 a m
Speakers turned up might be time to shut the gate

I love to write always did might be time to move
To a mountain hut high away from all of this
A writer of any kind loves their peace of mind
Of late where I am a writer cannot call it bliss

If you don't hear from me for awhile I''ll be fine
Love to all that in any way can understand
Write on stay precious be sincere know love
Allow your soul to place a pen within your hand

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018