The Writer

They say a writer writes so well.
When times are really bad.
It seems the reason for it is because he is so sad.
Riches lost, Or a love is gone.
Or the passing of a friend.
Of songs once heard, or hands once held.
Or returning of a ring.
Or lips that never touched.
Or lovers never gone to far, Or never gone at all.
Like children walking for the first time.
You know that they must fall.
I'm not one such writer, But I try to do it well.
I try to live my life each day as if it wasn't hell.

~ Howard Thomas Barton ~
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