I love to write, but writing is of no value if no one reads it, so this will be my indulgence... and I hope, your pleasure...
Indulge me, as I converse in verse....
A crumpled newspaper, waiting to deliver
the traumas of the world..
begging to impart that of utmost importance
profound words, leaping from the pages..
the scribe's passions, intensity
to no avail...
It has yesterday's date.