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Nobody reads the words I write.
Nobody cares if I'm wrong or right.
Nobody hears the words I'm saying.
Worst of all nobody's paying.

by Mr. Smith

Comments (4)

The words in this poem touches hearts and minds, but does not echo through out time.
Oh, Cheer up Is happens to all of us sometime, Our words not worth a worthless dime But the satisfaction still exists To have cleared out a little Of your inner mist. Very original, well written.
welcome to PH world Mr.Smith
I am! Good poem. I like it. Welcome to PoemHunter. Some of my poems talk of prayer as well.