A spare hour, rarest of gifts
The word ‘choice’ doesn’t mean what it used to
I was so determined
Make art, Make poetry
But there’s no energy to spare
No hours left

Some stronger weeds flourish
Some weaker flowers try
The garden I planted
On a day of inspiration
To use as a conversation piece

Look what I can grow in my 'bit of earth'
Look at what I can accomplish
When I’m not scribbling my imagination
All over this emptiness