May 1, 2006 in poetry

Since young

I only have one listener

Every predicament

He always listens


During childhood

I called him pencil

Grammar was not good

But he listened to me well


And when I grew up

I called him Pen

Words were well written

He enjoyed listening


I live my life with one listener

No one listens, nor understands

No one knows nor believes

But listener wrote my being



05/-1/06 4:22pm


Suzette Lyn
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