I can’t think of a poem to write.
I keep thinking but nothing in spite
I have a thought but no kind of plot
I guess I’ll stay at this all night
It’s late, and still nothing to show
This poem may just be my foe
I will keep working still cant find the wording
My brain still tried and slow
I guess the poem has won
For look here comes the sun
I didn’t sleep, bout ready to weep
But HEY! My poem is done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very clever Mary and the result, a poem all of us who struggle sometimes, to put verse together can relate to.