A Middle-Ager’s Night Worries

Posted on October 13, 2013 by literarylee

Do I still have it in me
to scribble a rhyme,
pen silly fun words:
neither deep nor sublime?

Can I yet write a cute phrase
clever verbiage for you?
Are my gray cells still clicking
Or just full of thick poo?

About literarylee

I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.
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