I have a poem that I just wrote today to share with you. Here it is, titled "The Lost Treasure." Enjoy!
The Lost Treasure
I wanted to write, but my mind wouldn’t form the words.
I wanted to write, but my hands were too tired to clutch a pen, my fingers too sore to type.
I wanted to write, but I left my desk to watch TV.
I wanted to write, but I found my old journals and sat down to read them.
I wanted to write, but the call of the outdoors (and my siblings in the sprinkler) were much too strong.
I wanted to write, but my friends were emailing me, and I was eager to reply.
I wanted to write, but trivial things held me back.
I now know what to write.
No calls pull me away, no emails stop me. The paradise I dreamed of reaching has come.
But my hands now are weak, my body frail.
I no longer know how to write.
I lost the gift while I was daydreaming.
I forgot the gift while I was playing.
I left the gift behind while I was talking.
And gradually, it was no longer lost.
It was gone. Nonexistent.
Never to return.
Do you like it? I know, I know, it's meager. But I'm not that old - I have time to improve. At least... I hope I improve!
Leave a comment telling me what you think!