I think that there shall never be
a poem written again by me.
Or if there is it won’t be good
or deep or thoughtful as it should.
It isn’t that I do not want
to write some prose in lovely font
Meaningful words in clever ways
arranged all in breathtaking lays
or rhyming, funny, laughing verse
even pointed lessons terse.
These things I want to flow from me
But alas, I fear ’twill never be.
© 2011 P. Johnson