Again I sit to write some words
Express myself now not afterwords
Sometimes I know just what to say
And other times it means waiting for another day
The words flow freely without any stress
And when nothing comes I have to guess
Poetry has reason, words, and rhyme
I just sometimes have to give it time
So here I am typing up a mess
Sometimes more and sometimes less
So maybe I should end this rhyme
Before this poem becomes a crime
SG 12/5/26
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 2:56 AM UTC
Again I sit to write some words
Express myself now not afterwords
Sometimes I know just what to say
And other times it means waiting for another day
The words flow freely without any stress
And when nothing comes I have to guess
Poetry has reason, words, and rhyme
I just sometimes have to give it time
So here I am typing up a mess
Sometimes more and sometimes less
So maybe I should end this rhyme
Before this poem becomes a crime
SG 12/5/26
