My Aging Muse
I thought I was a poet who had a pen of gold
But now all of a sudden I’m weary, frail and old.
I thought I was a poet. My pen is of no use.
With teary eyes I whisper to my dejected muse.
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These lines were posted on 5 June 2015 as
part of my poem "The Poet Who Never Was".
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Contest: Rithimus Divisa
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
Placed 3rd
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2019
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