Why I Plugged a Hole with Writing.com

A poem for Writer's Cramp about what Writing.com means to me.

Why I Plugged a Hole with Writing.Com

As we grow old
our lives develop holes.
We lose things: children,
spouses, memories.
These holes must be filled or
soon there will be nothing left
except a great gaping emptiness.

We must fill those holes
with things of value.
The laughter of children,
the beauty of twilight,
music, pets, books,
old friends and new,
watching each new day dawn,
poetry and a special place
rich with inspiration.

Tend these things and
they will grow.
Surround them with love,
water them with tears of joy,
and in the end, perhaps
you can say with pride,
I have had a grand and a full life.
I was a poet, I wrote a poem.


Quasheba