Words, Like Crawling Babies, Creep
By Rick Rucker
Words, like crawling babies, creep,
Through my mind, as I sleep,
They roam around, and then depart,
Leaving me to finish what they start,
Sometimes, not an easy task,
I must don my “poet” mask,
It helps me to summon my Muse,
Whose talents I can sorely use!
Words and phrases race inside my skull,
Leave me wishing for a lull,
That would allow me the Time,
To fit them in some form of Rhyme,
Another almost sleepless night,
Perhaps one day, I shall get this right.