When Muses Die

We buried a muse the other day For a poet laid down his quill He said he'd never write again For he simply refused to feel Muses came from miles around To tell their friend goodbye Inspiration was everywhere You should have heard them cry They buried him in a special place Up on Inspiration Hill Paper flowers covered his grave His tombstone was his quill No one knows where muses go When poets refuse to write Maybe they simply disappear Or maybe follow the light The next time you get your writer's block And you're feeling empty inside Your inspiration has gone to a funeral For another muse has died