Keep writing


I sit in my house, feeling quite cold
My memory so clear but nothing resolved
I think of my life, my precious childhood
Remember what happened when I was involved

I learned how to swim, ride a bike and run
Write poems and stories and read so much
Rode horses, loved sheep, kept lots of mice
Loved cats and dogs which I just wanted to touch

It’s far far away, I’ve lost some memory
But writing is now, it’s me in recovery
I can think of my future and write all my thoughts
Ride a bike, love cats and dogs, climb up a tree

Just go for a drive, keep loving the country
Walk by a stream or climb up a hill
I’m at the top, I’m feeling I’m good
This feeling is mine, my perfect free will

So to keep me warm I must keep on writing
Poems, short stories, a novel or two
Writing is my future, my every day
To all those who read, thank you, thank you!

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