Ten O’clock Ramblings
By Robert C Price
I wake up each morning
completely aware that I
am a fraud
A shyster
Con artist
Who in their right mind,
or any mind for that
matter, would think that
I’m a writer
An author
A novelist
(of course you have to actually write a novel for that last part,
but for the sake of arguing, we’ll include it)
I mean, what have I written that’s made
a difference in this big nasty world
How can I call myself one
The word has been bestowed on countless
others who are worthy of the title
See, I’m a guy who took too long
To figure out who he is
Hell, who am I kidding?
I haven’t come to any conclusion of who
I really am
Don’t mind me, I’m rambling about
this and that and still trying to live
up to the title.
Am I a writer?
Stupid question
I am who I am because I have no
other way to express me
To get my point across
To show you my thoughts and
ambitions
I can’t talk feelings
I can only put them on paper
or a LED screen for you to
examine and deem worthy
of the title, but I already know
the answer.
…you nailed it, that man .,, go excite the world again, now…. cheers :):) have a great week 🙂
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Thank you, Mr. Gallacher.
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Your words are razor sharp. It cuts through. Thank you for the resonating words, Robert. Your words move me.
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Thank you, Rose. I appreciate that.
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You are whoever you believe yourself to be Robert -)
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Thank you, Yolanda.
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I can empathize, albeit cannot express it as well as you did. Thank you! 🙂
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Thank you, Lonna Jo 🙂
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Hi Robert! You’re definitely a writer and a poet. It’s never too late to realize your dream. Keep at it you’re doing great. Happy writing!
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Thanks, Vashti and Happy Writing to you too.
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