Poem Twenty Four (09/13/2025)

Another page ripped from the typewriter
Another sentence erased by rubber
Another book thrown into the garbage
Manuscripts that’ll never see the light of day

The unfinished works pile on one after the other
While the author sits upon his desk with nothing left to show
Will he ever finish a poem?
Will he ever write a single tune?

Maybe one day, his dreams become more than wishes
Maybe one piece will meet his outrageous hopes
Maybe one idea will be the one to triumph them all
Perhaps, it can
Or perhaps, it’s all just wishful thinking