Poem: Words

Hey you,
like words, don’t you?

What an invention,
second to none

Thoughts that live on,
even after one is gone

They can speak volumes,
without making a sound

No wonder then
that you like to read
between the lines
and write on empty spaces

Here’s to many more
orbits around our Sun

For the more you get old,
the more words work
to keep your soul

Thank you then
for sharing your words
with me
and everyone else.