A writers mind
should be thoughtful and kind.
It may also be sore with sorrow;
or have a grimace of grief.
But; with a sigh of relief
I must say,
hell or high water they find a way
to get under your skin, and there they stay.
Whether It's Poe with woe;
or Frost with snow,
their thoughts crowd your mind while they grow and grow.
Leaving you desperate to find;
an idea of your own.