My Muse Once Sleeping Is Awake
For many years I trudged along
(but in my heart there was a song)
through life’s hard game of give and take;
my muse once sleeping is awake.
The rhymes inside were always there,
but never had a thought to share;
kept to myself for prudence sake;
my muse once sleeping is awake.
Then one day Debbie did suggest
these rhymes be shared with all the rest,
to have these thoughts is no mistake;
my muse once sleeping is awake.
Now ink flows freely from my pen,
and graces parchment now and then;
she’s always here with rhymes to make;
my muse once sleeping is awake.
July 15, 2019
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