
30/11/2024
Pen and Paper
I don’t need an AI tool
To deliver my reprieve
Sounding like a poet
In love with autumn leaves
I would like to write like McCartney
If I could only feel the joy
With Lennon as my partner
Reaching for the Real McCoy
I would like to write like Coleridge
If only for the fame
I would like to write like Dickinson
When no one knew her name
I would like to write like Dylan, or
Whitman's Song of Myself
With drier eyes I would celebrate
The meaning of this wealth
In the morning sunrise hopefulness
The caretaker takes good care
Of precious jewels inside of us
Laid out and always there
When the grass is looking greener
On the other side of the fence
My original style convinces me
I rarely make a dent
My effort seems like therapy
Until at last I learn to be
A pen and paper pioneer
Who only writes like me
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