Edit Lament
I have no job
I have no life
I live for my book
I may lose my wife
I stay up all night thinking of words
I struggle all day
Sleeping with the crowing birds
I write and rewrite
Each time
I’m filled with delight
Each time
I’m filled with dread
I’m beginning to believe
I’ll finish a day after I’m dead.
Chris Keys2010
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