A Letter To My Readers

I From the oceans of inspiration, Lies the rivers I write from. To pen them down the right I do not possess, But when my muse stirs, I perspire to write more. II On God's name I lay my apologies, Over those my pen has hurt from my bleeding lines. Your errors my pen must have designed, But all is a coincidence of inspiration. III A juice of caution I will drink, Hoping my muse will give a toast to it. And to my readers kindly wear your armour of patience, Just to withstand my strokes of words seeping from my diction. Enough not to lay rebukes over a piece of writing that spikes your vices. For to and fro, We are all mortals. . ©2024