Left To Write by Charles J Hannan What a nice time to write Not a soul in sight Peering over my shoulder Getting crumbs on my adjectives Let this pen be free Exploring the boundries Curled up in my hand An extension of life For me to portray as epidemic In the minds In the innocent minds Of the unsuspecting skeptic Potent with socialism Where my words trickle down A babbling brook of honesty Flowing Going.....rolling on Wet with redemption 01/12/2003 Posted on 01/12/2003 Copyright © 2025 Charles J Hannan Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Anne Engelen on 01/12/03 at 09:20 PM What a wonderful expression. Truly wrote it well. MUAHS!! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)