since the day i first picked up a pen.
and had the urge to write some poetry.
i knew I’d write, till i grew to be a man.i wasn’t good, for i was a child then.
that wrote only, in verse that was free.
since the day i first picked up a pen-
and had the urge to write some poetry.
i knew I’d write, till i grew to be a man.i wasn’t good, for i was a child then.
that wrote only, in verse that was free.
since the day i first picked up a pen-
that has not yet, rested since the day i began.
as I’ve been working, harder then a buzzing bee.
for i wanted, to be better as i grew to be a man.
i spent, more time in my father’s den.
comparing things to a growing tree.
since the day i first picked up a pen-
i grew older, and began writing for fun.
using the names, of things the eye could see.
so i b’came, good as i grew to be a man.
i now receive, much praise from the village clan.
saying that their eyes, did always my future see.
since that day when i first picked up a pen.
they knew I’d write, till i grew to be a man.
few words about me:
Lazarus Shatipamba is a wormy bookworm that rarely ever sees the sun(except through the eyes of many a fictional character). His days are mostly spent stuck between the pages of a good book.
When he isn’t busy gathering dust in the library, then he is most likely writing some poetry(some of which may or may not be fictional)
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Oh this ❤️
thanks
And keep on writing 💪 💖
will certainly do as it would be impossible for me to stop willingly.
Beautiful!
thanks
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Loved this! Beautiful.
That’s a wonderful story…
Writing is a gift