JUST OUT OF REACH… a poem

Dark, Room, Office, Table, Chair, Lamp

I tore the pages

And threw them out the window.

Who would ever want to read this mess?

So many words of wisdom

Just out of reach

Evading, in fingertip duress.

Step back and take solace

All is not lost.

From time to time we all weep.

Then pick up the pace

In a fingertipped race

Putting words on the pages ā€“ then sleep!

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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