Listening to every heart
A long, long time ago
before the computer light glow
I wrote my words of light prose
from simple writing my words flowed.
In childish scribble, then teen scrawl,
words that cried, words that crawled
along the lines, fluid rhyme
and with each phrase, I took my time.
Now the world’s a different matter,
and my computer quickly clatters,
words coming too fast, sometimes unclear,
so my real words I do not hear.
Sometimes new only enhances old,
to my talents I should hold
on to what is not broken or rusty,
a gift we can all share, trust me.
So away from your ‘puter, grab a Pen
and paper yellow, brown or white lined,
and with scribble or scrawl or penmanship fine
you will enjoy that much more the words that you rhyme.
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow