by cricketjeff on June 16, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Why should he care that others hear his voice
It’s always been a mystery to me
Why I must write when others have a choice?
What causes men to struggle for a word
That finishes a thought in perfect form
What pushes poets far beyond absurd
Why is a verse the answer to a storm?
I write because I have to sleep at night
I write because my mind is full of rhyme
I write because I’ve found that I can write
And not to write now seems a dreadful crime
But why so late in life decide to write?
I had to speak before I said goodnight.