Words

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I have no masterpiece to pen
No brilliance to transcribe
Just words said one million
 times before me
And words that will be said 
 long after me
They are just words of
 love and loss
What is there to say?
What new thought can flow
 from this hand?
I am no Whitman, no Plath
I am just me

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

incredible. But certainly this does not mean yours are any less significant or worthy.

Poor child said...

great! thanks for sharing!