Not Amusething
Sitting here alone at night
wondering what I'll find to write.
Serious or just for fun
I never know until it's done.
I feel my fingers tapping keys,
they seem to go where err they please.
Choosing what they want to write
whilst I just sit alone all night.
Up to now it's not profound,
in words I see, no message found.
So what's the reasoning they take
and every night keep me awake.
Oh bugger this, I'm off to bed,
my Muse must think I am off my head
if she thinks I can understand
the reason why she guides my hand.
So goodnight Muse, and goodnight all
maybe next time she may recall
a verse that worth me losing sleep
but until then upstairs I'll creep!
Ivor G Davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015
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