English Poetry

I Write Because

I write because

When I put pen to paper

I can be a tree’s trembling heart

When an axe is about to hit it

Or a dog’s warm heart

When his Papa returns every night

I can be my old man’s weak heart

Living his last days

Or a little girl’s cheerful one

When she sings in the shower

I can be an artist’s burning heart

Trying to change the world

Or an athlete’s racing heart

Trying to win the world

I write because

I can be all heart

And nothing more

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