Imagine if you will this life, I live from day to day
I write for me, I write for you, I write for love not pay

No worries, it’s no cross to bear, it’s just the way I act
Believe me when I tell you; I can’t stop and that’s a fact

I guess when it’s all said and done, that I’ve become a scribe
Papyrus and the internet; I’ll pour and you imbibe

The ink I splash, upon the pages, you can read for free
About the world around us, that’s to see or not to see

No writing ever comes from idle, laziness or sloth
This prose I write for you each day; I cut it from whole cloth

The world is big and I am small, of this I am quite sure
And when it starts to get me down, these scribblings are my cure

Jeff Burkhart’s “Rhyme and Reason”

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