(I wanted to write something about the process of writing. Anyone remember that Cliff Richard record in the 80s?  . .from the needle to the plastic . . was it wired for sound? This is a similar sort of thing)

 

Pen touches paper

Thoughts flow into words

Mould them into order

Find the one that works

 

Reaching deep into my past

My very distant past

All my memories live again

Moulded into words

 

Events revisited

Times past relived

Anger pain and happiness fall

From these pages, for all

 

So one and all come and have a read

Those who feel the need

Who try to understand

And find meaning in our lives

 

Eyes scan the paper

Words flow into thoughts

Mould them into order

So that makes me . .an author!