As a piece of paper flies across the world
a stream of words, through a letter unfurled
Here I am, with you, through these scribbles
Read me not in haste, and forgive my squiggles
I have penned a few thoughts, and filled a solemn page
I sing a song from yonder, and this sheet is my stage
Now I walk your rooms, and breathe your air
I smell your cats, and at your ceiling I stare
I come with some gifts, to you of much use
I would have brought more, had you not refused
Will you tear me to bits, once you've heard what I've to say
Or have I any value, to be stored some safe place
Will you lay me on a table, or sheath me in a book somewhere
Perhaps inside some box, folded with care
It doesn't really matter, if I'm cherished or forsook
As long as in the future, you spare me another look
Read me with eyes anew, and perhaps crack a smile
I'll be glad for it, though I was forgotten for a while
So here I bid adieu, grateful that you read me through
Till we meet again, do take care, my friend true