under the late lights of the night,
warm and at futile ease,
poems flow, a mind is appeased,
typing rhythmic words of little worth,
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Vincent, a great one. Lovely sentiment and a well presented piece.
But you do help, Vincent. Through your thoughtful words, the lonely, the bereaved, the isolated, even the hopeless, can find comfort and peace. You underestimate the ability you have, dear poet, to move mountains with only a pen. Keep writing, Vincent. You have much to say. My warmest regards and respect, CJ