Pages of Time
Since I'm running out of pages,
Am I running out of time?
I feel as though I have a TON to say,
Yet not enough words; not enough rhymes.
And if, in fact, I begin to try
The words would be all jumbled up;
Before a single sentence got by.
So maybe if I show you my feelings
You can feel what I want to say.
You can understand my eagerness
To get all my thoughts out on one page.
I think they're overloading my brain
Which is full; with no more room.
And needs a break away; away from all the pain.
So good luck to you the reader,
And more luck to me the writer.
For neither of us will know what to think.
Once I've finished writing my life story.
Am I running out of time?
I feel as though I have a TON to say,
Yet not enough words; not enough rhymes.
And if, in fact, I begin to try
The words would be all jumbled up;
Before a single sentence got by.
So maybe if I show you my feelings
You can feel what I want to say.
You can understand my eagerness
To get all my thoughts out on one page.
I think they're overloading my brain
Which is full; with no more room.
And needs a break away; away from all the pain.
So good luck to you the reader,
And more luck to me the writer.
For neither of us will know what to think.
Once I've finished writing my life story.
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