I Waited Too Long To Write Them Down
Sixteen poems and a song came flying out of my head yesterday.
I was going to write them down, but my muse started to sway.
Soon we were dancing and laughing, and twirling our day away.
So here I sit with absolutely no ideas at all, on the very next day.
The more I try to force a poem, the faster my head turns to clay.
If I keep trying any harder, it will stop being happy, merry or gay.
I guess I am resigned to my fate, learning my lesson the worst way.
Next time I hear sixteen poems I will write them down right away.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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