Wow, yeah paper,
I remember that.
A time when it, and pen, and ink were never far apart.
A time when “poems” and “lyrics” and “dreams were” all
my art.
In the time when the pen was mightier than the sword,
When simple “rhythm to the rhyme” was all we sought as
reward.
Blots, smudges and the occasional heart, so many words
have been crossed out,
“This is simply because “words” are a tactile art,” are
the words I know you want to shout.”
As we coveted a simple word
Just for the way that it was heard.
I thank you master for this quick chat,
But please excuse me whilst I have a go on that…..
Barticus
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