No, I Will Not Loan You My Muse

You’re gazing through your windows though not seeing what is there, and often cursing barren sheets of paper, terrified - Wondering how depleted you’re reserve of ‘subjects’ is - afraid your muse has either lost its touch - or fin’ly died! It’s seemingly more difficult to conjure up a purpose adequately meaningful to justify the ‘Cause’, And...struggling far too frequently to find the proper words...you worry that the reason why is more than just a pause. Mine has never left my side for more than 60 years, helping me to prune the truths I’m trying to convey, And each collaboration has produced a piece of verse that says precisely what it was we meant for it to say! That, for me, is proof enough that penning without muses does leave poets stranded far more often than does not, But loaning you the one I have, even for a second, isn’t gonna happen...it’s the only one I’ve got!