When I die,
I’ll be sitting at my desk.
Still typing away
Creating more stories
Pecking out a few more poems
Learning more new words
When I pass on
I’ll finish what I have started
Then, I will begin something new
Brainstorming new ideas
Telling spellbinding tales
Sailing in my mind to new lands
Putting pen to paper
And describing what I see
I’ll still be writing
When I die
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
Comments (6)
Looks like you'll be working the graveyard shift! See what I did there? Lol 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Loved the title!!! 🔥🤩🔥 And the content means so many things. Like "nothing is going to stop me from what I love to do!"
Yeah, I have no intention of quitting either, unless something really grabs my attention--- squirrel!
Be nice to read about the other side then...
FANTASTIC!! Seems like we're two of a kind. I think I need to take today off, though. I have a raging headache, so I'm going to take a pill and like down. It's either that or vomit .. yes, the pain is that bad. Maybe tomorrow, I'll write about it.
Great poem! I like It’s darkness!