Old Words
written by: Brad Osborne
Daily the grind
To find the words
To pen the line
As yet unheard
To offer thoughts
Or new insight
Uniqueness sought
In the words I write
To pen the phrase
That elusive notion
Starts my days
Puts pen in motion
And write I do
Of this and that
The past eschewed
Yet words seem flat
Regurgitated spiel
Of greater men
Is what I feel
Flows through the pen
What kind of writer
Must I surely be
If nothing brighter
Is there to see
What hope is mine
For those well read
To write the line
Yet left unsaid
But write I must
Old words renewed
With kindness I trust
They will be viewed
But nothing new
Have I to say
New words to few
Just for today
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This is the internal dialogue I wrestle with at least once a week. I have learned to set it aside and just keep writing, but the question never really goes away.
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