On Writing

*Sally Rosenbaum*

I Greet
The
Daily
Situation
With
Some
Hesitation.
Should
I Manage
The
Work
To
Be
Done,
Or
Sit
In
The
Sun,
No
One
Waiting
For
My
Call,
No
One
Calling
Me
At
All.
Why
Spend
An
Hour
Of
My
Power
In
Endless
Labor
To
Put
A
Million
More
Words
On
Paper?
Although
It’s
A
Worthy
Deed,
I Pray,
Who
Will
Ever
Read
What
I Say?
Never
Care.
It
Can’t
Be
Wrong
To
Sing
My
Simple,
Silent,
Song.