I Write Because

The journey is tediously diverse Winding down the road of life and years But the simple joys of rhyme and verse Assuage the sorrows and so wipe the tears. For writing has its ways of soothing One's wayward thoughts and restless heart Like a companion silently accepting All the vagaries that one may sometimes impart. It is the stillness of long cold night The music of a forgotten memory A tinge of longing for a love who's not in sight A dream that stays awaiting victory. Writing may not pay as much success Though some have gained in them the riches Still I found in it a source of happiness The quiet peace of words that touches. All rights reserved ~~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~01.03.14