Words.
They're funny little things
that slip
and come and go as they please.
I try to catch them
and make them stay
but they simply
ease away.
I hold them down
on a blank page
in an orderly manner,
like tiny pearls on a necklace string
in sequence
like school children queuing.
But when there's no paper
and there's no pen
they tumble and scatter
like pearls
from a broken necklace.
or children
when the school bell rings.
Words.
Such funny little things.
Only to be bound
by paper and ink.
"Words" by E.Y.
