To Write Or Not To Write Poem by Edwina Reizer

Seventy-five and writing so much
I know I must be out of touch
with those around me that wonder why.
Their wonder is just as strange to me.
I'll write I know until I die.

There's not a day that I can say
"I shall not write a thing today."
All the words that are in my head
are better written than left unsaid.
I'll write I know until I'm dead.

I've become emotionally involved with this.
I sense that something is amiss.
It seems it happened overnight,
this urge that I must write.
I'll write I know and that's alright
for it makes me happy.