Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
I'm sitting at my keyboard, not a pen or pad in sight
Discouraged at the fact I've thought of nothing I could write.
At times it flows so easily as if there's nothing to it
But not this time so here I sit and I'm just gonna do it!
It seems to me impossible, the chances microscopic,
That, in this crazy world, I can't uncover any topic
To spur imagination's flame to light this darkened mind
And open eyes that, at the moment, seem to be quite blind.
There are so many happenings around this troubled earth
There must be something I could use to give a poem birth.
There also are emotions that I carry in my heart
Perhaps there's something in there that would give my poem a start.
Old love affairs, new love affairs, sad love affairs and such
Have all been used so often that it really seems too much.
Some memory from childhood or some lesson I have learned
Could possibly relight where my imagination burned.
I've written poems of happiness, of sadness and regret
I think I've touched on every feeling known to man....and yet
There must be something that I've missed or passed along the way
I can't believe I'm sitting here with nothing left to say!
Well, hang it all! This drives me nuts! I'm chomping at the bit
To write some clever verse or show a little piece of wit
I'm like a sleek Ferrari with the urge to weave and pass
And here I sit beside the road, completely out of gas.
Oh, well, I tried. I'm sorry, all. The well today is dry.
I guess I'll grab a little sleep that give it one more try
Before I go, there's just one thing I want to be quite clear
Don't think that you have heard the last of your pal Balladeer!
[This message has been edited by Balladeer (edited 03-20-2000).]