There are some nights
I must write a poem
before I lie down.
It doesn't need to
be an award winning poem,
not even a publishable poem.
It just needs to be a poem,
a small part of the contract
I signed up for
the first day I raised a pen.
And if it is good,
Hurrah.
And if it is not,
No bother,
These things were never meant for the world anyway.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
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