What words I have
Are lost in the shadows of the past
Trying to understand what I once had
A pen a pad no words from the hand
What words I had
Inspired by a thought, a sound, a look
The unread book only bought because of the cover
Never to open never to read
What words I hide
In my mind on down to my fingers to the tip of my pen
Never to write never to type
The word I will never find
©Copyright Thomas Dooley
Are lost in the shadows of the past
Trying to understand what I once had
A pen a pad no words from the hand
What words I had
Inspired by a thought, a sound, a look
The unread book only bought because of the cover
Never to open never to read
What words I hide
In my mind on down to my fingers to the tip of my pen
Never to write never to type
The word I will never find
©Copyright Thomas Dooley
