A poem I need to write,
Though I have none in sight.
I think and I ponder,
Even way up yonder.
But sigh, nothing will come to my hand,
I just do not understand.
Usually I can think and create,
But maybe it is just getting to late.
Maybe later some words will appear,
And put away my fear.
You never really know,
When the words will flow.
Gordon Smith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/accidental-poem/
