What has escaped you, my dear friend?
Has your passion left you dry?
Or just discovered the next phase of life,
With so many new things to try?

Do you no longer feel the poet's tug,
Of words you can't ignore?
Or have you lost your inspiration,
That was so grand before?

Have you found yourself a happiness,
In a far more peaceful state?
Or has your life become so very busy,
There's no room on your plate?

Was the interval of you (then and now),
Nurtured by your prose?
No matter if you write more or less,
The you inside still grows.