Sometimes I sit, with pen in hand

while at the page I stare

And wonder when the words will com

and find their way on there

Someday's they come, like on their own,

to seek a place to stay

Sometimes, no matter what I do,

they just won't come my way

I like to write about things I've seen

or even things I've done

Sometimes I write a serious piece

and sometimes just for fun

I never know what will appear

when I sit down to write

It sometimes seems like it's not me

that brings the words to light

When I look down and see the words

I've written here today

It startles me to think that

I created them this way

For every word is shared by all

and this I know is true

just like the words will come to me

they'll also come to you

I never know when I begin

but somehow just like friends

The words appear and I find out

just how the story ends