by Patrick Daniel Read
When the ink runs dry,,
No more to be found..
No more sappy love songs can be written down..
No thoughts expressed,,
Feelings bared,,
No one complaining..
Life Just isn't fair..
When the ink runs dry..
The poets,
The songwriters,,
The novelists all will cry,,
For thiis is the day,,
The written word will die.
And all these expressions,
Thoughts,
Ideas,
Will be trapped forever inside....
Copyright ©:
Patrick Daniel Read
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ABOUT THE POET ~
41 year old Us Army veteran, disabled, college graduate, father of 3 disabled children, and poet for over 25 years. Also a self published author of my own book of poetry.
Last updated June 24, 2015