Words are all we have

I am not a writer, but I have so many words

In the right order they will charm the chords

Lines of brilliance can give you immortality

Or teach you a thing or two about morality

But why waste your breath on things that don’t matter

The mind needs space to avoid the clatter

Open the flow from the valve and let go

Give it wings and let it find its right home

We are all writers of our own unique tales

Do not give away your talents in the sales

They may just bring you fortune and fame

Or teach you a thing or two about shame