The Way of a Writer

The lamp is switched on my desk is fully lit I could see my wine glass empty….. This is my office I write without thinking with a glass filled with wine…… This is a boring life nothing else to do but write Most crap I know that too….. The lamp is switched off I will be in bed soon Yet words still conjure into the mind….. This is a world of a somewhat poet hoping for success or at least recognition maybe or maybe not!