Where do the words go
If I don’t put the pen to the paper
Will I find them again
Or shall they go to another
I am fearful when I have no paper
And words drop to my lap
I want to capture them
Not for fame
And certainly not for fortune
But because I can create
I must create
To make something
From a phrase
Weave it into a poem
And lay it down
As part of my life
©2017 Thomas Bergum
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