Two Little Words
Two Little Words1 min 216 1 min 216
Last night I heard them talk
Two little words of my dusty diary.
“She thinks she is a poet, “ said one.
“ She thinks she knows,” said the other.
“ We do all the work. She drops us wherever she likes. The weary pen spells our sorrow.”
Angry and upset, they left.
Left me in a writer’s block