Writers Hand

My fingers weak

My mind slow

Hair all gray no

No fancy styles 

No trips to the saloon

As I used to

The pen still inks away

The words I want to say

If only I could stay

Just a little longer

I can write some more

Hoping to write

Till my last breath 

Before they take me away

My love should never die

My passion should be love forever 

These words I write

And want to say

Should be read 

But someone somewhere every day

Where ever you go

However far or near

I should be on every show

With a beautiful display

Of all my work

So others can see read and share to

Let my knowledge be shared

Let others learn to

Do not be scared 

I may not be there

Neither round I be here 

But let my legend live on

I have done my work

And have done my time

Now I am old

Weak and fable 

I must go 

I have written a lot

And someday you would look back

And remember the day you said I should not 

But do not worry

Do not fear

I have lived a simple 

Humble life

And so I would go

Remember me as I am

Simple humble and a smile that shines 

Even in my absence

Let it be your light

And let it shine all the days of your life

So now I write

Until I cannot hold

The pen no more

So when you hear a pin drop

Know it's me that 

Just finished my last word

And their ends my final chapter 

Then you'll know

That this Author 

A rising Poet

And knowledgeable Novelist 

Has taken her last breath 

And said her last word 

The day the pen fell 

Then I had to go.