Getting It Done
The page is blank and mocking;
I have no words to fill it.
If no idea comes knocking,
It’s not like I can will it.
I’m wiped out and I’m wearied.
The day’s been long and busy;
And if somebody queried,
I would say I’m almost dizzy.
Yet still, I have to finish
And compose my daily rhyme.
My sharpness might diminish
If I take a break in time.
I won’t harbor the illusion
That this poem will be the best,
But upon its near conclusion,
I’ll unwind, relax and rest.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2013
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