Whither onwards, my thoughts do go,
My Mind ever active, never slow,
Daily, Hourly, thoughts in rhyme,
To create poetry all the time.
Longing for more thoughts and words,
My Mind races here and there,
Searching in Dictionaries for,
Rhymes to complete verses four.
My Mind is active late at night,
When it should relax and rest,
But, whenever I turn off the light,
Phrases appear which are the best.
Stupidly, I surrender my pen,
Only to pick it up ~ again,
Why? Oh why? Can I not retire?
And have some food ~ lest I expire.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 19 June 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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