DONT KNOW I WERE ANY GOOD TILL
I did not know if I were any goodTill one evening I gave a print out
Of a work of mine to a performer
Playing a folk harp - she performed
Read the work of mine out loud
Second attempt - first ' Luring On The Job so to say
As she performed I clean forgot what she was reading
Were my work, it were World War One work
I found my self crying as I listand - then I know I were
Not so bad with words & writing
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith Ov Thanet
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2021-10-02 at 10:52
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