I'll have a scribble
Have nothing to write
Maybe something ill comes
Late in the night
By then my head and pen will be down
And after a few I am really a clown
My wife rolls her eyes
Friends drift away
I don't push a barrow
Have little to say
My world is shrinking
Time still flows
From the shadows
He grows.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
Intriguing.
Been there and probably will be there again. Liked the playfulness of this piece.
Good write 2.
that's just the way it is sometimes
This does happen sometimes but it will come back 2781'
Andy
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