Writing down the passage of time
Realising im going no where
Just writing like others in the line
A line of hope, a line of glory
Just another poets pathetic story
Never knowing if it will end
Or go on forever
Nothing in my life to treasure
So i go on writing the same old lines
Wishing i could do better
Wishing it was my time
But wishing gets you no where
You have to do it all yourself
Otherwise our beautiful poetic words
Will be left collecting dust upon the shelf
Those wonderful words in ones head
Words to be written down on paper so will they be heard
As for writing in the passage of time
I ask for one thing only
Please read these words out loud
And let this pathetic poet shine