A Writer’s Ego

A Poem by Wayne Scheer

I was reading a poem
I was writing
to my wife,
when I turned,
expecting an admiring comment,
and discovered
she wasn’t there.

It didn’t matter.
I kept reading anyway,
finding the sound
of my voice
enchanting.

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