I am not done
my ink still flows
there are words to come out
poems to jump from
hand to paper.
I am not done
my heart still sings
there are stanzas to come out
songs to float from
air to ear.
I am not done.
I am not through.
Poetry still lies within
and my life
still rings true.
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