I Cannot Write Daily - Poem by Elia Michael
I cannot write a poem every day,
You do not know the energy required;
To sit composing, thinking what to say
And how to say it, leaves me feeling tired;
But I do like it and it's not a chore,
To play with words absorbs my interest.
I ask myself, what did I do before?
The answer: work, with very little rest.
But I no longer work, I am retired
And I have lots of time, yes lots of time
To make my verses seem to be inspired;
To find the perfect rhythm, perfect rhyme,
So lines I write communicate with you,
In ways poetic, meaningful and true.
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