by Thomas M. Pender
When I write
I hear me but
I think like someone else
Watching me think
And move
While I write
While I live
When I smile
How I walk
And the person who is
Me seeing me as I live
Grabs paper when he sees
Life happen around
Me which I have
Non-purposely become
A living part of
And the writer writes
The life I live
On the paper
Where the life becomes
The words
Which echo the life
Of the writer
Though he is writing my life
And I am really living his words
written by t. michael pender 1/20/95
copyright 1995 T. Michael Pender. All rights reserved.
