Sing Song

Though little pearls are made from clams, little writers use their hands.

Through the marry windows of times we've passed,
the gates have stayed closed when we have asked.
For as a poem goes, it only goes so far.
It's more of a treat, because we've raised the bar.

Though little pearls are made from clams, little writers use their hands.
And when we dance we sing a song, for the music lasts to long.

Writing a poem isn't easy anymore, people
have made it an art for all to adore.
So if you can't write a good poem you can't write a good song.
But we as writers write songs, with no one to sing along.

When a ripple of water richochetts off the rocks, how can
I write when I'm not wearing any socks?
For when my feet are cold how can I think straight?
When the wind brushes by my face how do I know I'm not in space?

So for all those sing song writers out there,
write for the reader, who reads with a prayer.