Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

(16 December 1943 / Nottingham)

Times Of Stress


Tempted am I to write some more,
Why must I write another encore?
Only to use and tax my brain,
To keep away my depression again.

In times of inactivity I stagnate,
My brain just seems to hesitate,
I find nothing useful yet to do,
Until I write poems for me and you.

It’s marvellous to tax my brain,
I must do it, again and again,
For when I do write for you,
Depression out of the window flew.

It’s amazing how these words do come,
Does it happen for everyone?
When stress is encountered by you,
Or does it happen to only a few?

Am I unique in times of stress?
And only I the one to be depressed?
Why then, do I reach for pen and pad?
To write a poem for which I’m glad.

© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 1 December 2005

Submitted: Thursday, December 01, 2005

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