This is what I do:
I throw words on a page
Then I sweep them away
Put them in my pocket
To save for another day
Soon, the time comes
I do it again
With my fingertips
I sculpt, twist and bend
Time after time
Day after day
By sun-By moon
The seasons change
On the last hour
At the end of life’s day
WORDS-so artfully crafted
Are all thrown away
