I wondered where the Muse had gone?
Why, I'd not written for so long?
Why, Thirty Days had passed by?
~ To write a Poem, I did not try.
But, when I needed words in rhyme,
To send Best Wishes ~ they did come,
And now, I wish the words will cease,
So I can get the sleep I seek.
Since early morn when I did write,
Two more poems my pad have hit,
But I want the flow to stop tonight,
So to my bed, I can flit.
Words they tumble from my Mind,
Why is HE being a little unkind?
Why will HE not let my body rest?
Is writing poetry just HIS Jest?
I dare not complain ~ I respect HIS Wish,
That I should write when HE Dictates,
Perhaps the sleep will me enwrap,
Until it's time for me to awake.
Copyright (c) Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 12 June 2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem