Sometimes when you feel like writing
You don’t know what to say
You try as you might
But the words refuse to go the right way
Your hand gets sore
From gripping your pen too tightly
But try as you might
You can’t write more
Your plots are all dumb
Your verses are a disgrace
But try as you might
You hope something will come
You want to rest
But this next one might be your best
So try as you might
You keep on trying into the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem