Let Me Write

Do not hound me when I’m preoccupied
Of tasks I must complete before I go,
Although there are moments I laugh inside.

Of shopping for food and gassing the ride,
Or picking the flannel to scare the crow,
Do not hound me when I’m preoccupied.

Oh, entertain me and hurt not my pride
When I’d rather be Edgar Allen Poe.
Although there are moments I laugh inside.

Pen in hand, now sadly dropped to my side,
The one who prevents me is my true foe.
Do not hound me when I’m preoccupied.

This is my calling, at last I have cried.
I know now I should be my own hero.
Although there are moments I laugh inside.

In future I now speak, the day I died
My life was filled not with prose but with woe.
Do not hound me when I’m preoccupied,
Although there are moments I laugh inside.

Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

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About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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