words

The Words

Attention totally focused on words
Am I the only one
Who sees words as beauty
A beauty all their own
Where is literacy gone over the generations
Unpopular and out of style
Let the literates come together
Gathering to give appreciations to literature
I search to find myself in literature
Turning the pages
Where are my brothers and sisters of literature
Just think if all the writers and poets joined
Not a word was spoken
But it was all written
Endless numbers of work was produced
Yet nothing was published
Making only a vast wasteland
The wasteland long ago predicted
Machines have moved in
They are taking over
Sure they have moved in on me
But I am obsessed with the writings and works
Works produced by my heroes
They were thinkers and feelers
Through time and centuries