Hello Friends. Cattie here after a long time. Still going through the vindictive enquiry placed on me by 3 devious bosses. Only Prayer keeps me alive. Pray for me, all who read this.
I Write Because
I write not for wealth or fame
And not even one mention of my name
And there is little reason to my rhyme
And I feel lost and years beyond my prime.
I write because I feel the need to write
The window of my soul open to light
I have this useless gift that I can’t sell
And if people say I’m strange I think ‘ah well’.
I write because the blackbird told me to
I hear him say ‘I have a task for you’
You write about the marvellous song I sing
But not of where I build my nest in spring.
I write but why so I do not understand
Perhaps the pen is happy in my hand
And the need within me keeps me writing on
Though all my better years are dead and gone.
I write because I hear a strange voice say
Keep keeping on don’t give the game away
Your efforts may be branded doggerel
But you have dreams to share and tales to tell.
I write because to such I can relate
And I’ve no wish to set retirement date
And I write because I feel the need to write
And the window of my soul open to light.