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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.

Brad Osborne

Brad Osborne

The author is American-born but world-travelled. His writings cover fiction and non-fiction, and cross most genres. Although his experiences and shared thoughts are not always unique, it is his hope that his words will bring comfort, joy, or insight to his readers.
Brad Osborne

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