I’m writing. Won’t you
Join me, please?
I find it’s kind of lonely
When I’m dotting i’s
and crossing t’s.
We could do it together-
It would be lots of fun.
We could write, while it’s raining,
About the summer sun.
And when it gets too cold outside
We will sit by the fire and read.
Read the words of ancient writers
As they beckon you and me.
I’m writing. Won’t you
Join me, please?
The world is far too empty
When it’s filled with only words by me.
Let us fill it together –
Full of fond memories.
We could write, when it’s summer,
About the Winter’s peace.
And when it gets too full down here
We will look to the stars and dream.
Dream about our future children
As they beckon you and me
