My thoughts are running dry
Nothing left for me to say
Why does this seem to happen
At the end of every day
I'd like to write a poem or two
To share with all to read
But it seems impossible
I'm not sure what I need
A thought or inspiration
To help me get stared
But it seems all my attempts
Are only half hearted
So I guess I'm finished for the night
I'll try again tomorrow
Maybe between now and then
A though or two I can borrow
3-2-13/RjH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem