The Poet

Gripping pen in desperation for just one word to appear An hour passes, two, then three til the day's end is near Just when I feel like giving up something sparks within as thoughts are put in order, I see it's half-past ten There can be no stopping now the words would quickly fade I won't give in until I know a masterpiece is made Here is doggie to my right and kitty in my lap Patiently waiting once again, for me to rid my thinking cap I pat their heads from time to time so they know I still care But to stop right where I'm at, oh no, I wouldn't dare! The words are flowing smoothly and now I'm going strong Looking up, I realize, I've been up all night long The sun is slowly peeking above the mountains grand Aching back, slits for eyes, there's no feeling in my hand I may now be a zombie with a body tired and worn But, I feel a sense of gladness another poem has been born!