When looking back it becomes clear
The strangest of things
Not a word upon a page did I spring
Not a story told how sad.
Now how things change
Never stay the same
Words bounce around in my head
Waiting to be rearranged.
Once it was fear when I held a pen
Disaster flooded the page
How I longed for stories
With punctuation and spelling pristine.
Thankfully now with my PC’s help
And writing in full flow
Stories tumble from my pen
From me to you just hope they will not end.
© 2021 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
Photo: Pixabay License
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