
A long road has been written
Through typos and twists
You have seen it to the end
Fingers worn and callused
Pencils down to nubs
The corpses of pens fill a drawer
A cemetery you refuse to toss
Keys on have faded
The letters too faint for eyes
All to reach the finale
Will it be accepted?
You can never know
Until those who followed you
Get a chance to view the sunset
That you have crafted with your words.




Amazing poem, Charles. Sure does speak to all of us who write.
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Thanks. ☺️
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So great! Love the sunset analogy.
I can certainly relate to the worn keys. Several have faded on my keyboard. 😄😄
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Thanks. My old laptop had a few faded ones too.
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:
For all Writers…
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Thanks. Glad people are enjoying this one.
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I am not a poet, but really enjoyed this one.
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Thanks. 😁
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Wow! What a poem!
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Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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There’s nothing like the feeling of those two words, Grand Finale!
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Very true.
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Nice, Charles!
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Thanks.
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Reblogged this on Where Genres Collide Traci Kenworth YA Author & Book Blogger.
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Thanks for sharing.
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You’re welcome, Charles!
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Love this, Charles.
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Thanks. ☺️
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