Where are you muse?
Hiding?
My faculties subsiding,
This brain old
dragging it\'s body near dead
unable to drink
from your fountain
I dread.
Wet ink is all I ask
Well---that\'s not entirely true
Have been on such a fast
please help with phrase or two
To fill a page
sate this empty mind
not now forsake me
this belated time.
There!
My finished request!
Well---that\'s not entirely true
Consider another no less.
Am I the shrew?
Can you visit my friends
when soon I am gone
their writings lend
ideas to build upon.
There! Finished!
This time for true.
Has been always and
ever up to You.
Augustus / MD Anderson, Houston / May 2017