Where Is She
Forsaken by my muse, I've been in tears.
For days she has not answered to my call.
Has she found other poets for her wares?
Younger and fairer, who demand her all?
Dear Muse I beg you, nay I do beseech.
Do not abandon me for untried verse.
Though fame and fortune's been beyond my reach,
Perhaps your new found poet could be worse.
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Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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