It's late in the evening
I'm
Alone
once again
So I pick up my old friends
My note book n my pen

I scrawl my thoughts on paper
It doesn't always rhyme
It helps to keep me centred
Relieve tension from the mind

There are many  varied subjects
That inspire me to write
I'm not sure why
But words just flow
With ease when late at night

Some poems tell a story
Of the future
Or times past
Others speak of love affairs
Never meant to last
So many relevant subjects
The reader can digest

But once I write
No stopping me
I never think of rest
So I gather all my thoughts
Before I start to write
With my note book and my pen
Late into the night.................