I am the puzzler of words that fit
And arrange them on a page.
Sometimes the words aren't properly placed.
I find this more as I age.
Is it my mind that forgets sequence
Or is it just my hand?
Whatever the reason behind this,
I will not let it take command.
For if I allow it to happen
There will only be blank pages to see.
Lord knows there's really nothing worse
For a poet such as me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem