Until Then
Unwritten words, all yearn for my pen
Notepad, stares at me, blankly again
Table top, gives me the side-eye sken
Ideas from who knows where, or when
Look at me to make some amends
Take a beat, all my lyrical friends
Haiku and Rondeau, verses I’ll pen
Evening will come, between six and ten
Nothing will spoil, please wait until then.
Copyright © Martin Challender | Year Posted 2024
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