Oh well, I thought I could write
Something funny before night
This crazy day, to make light
And your smile, to make bright!
Sadly, I have writer’s block
Like in my mouth, I have a sock
Tried to talk, came out a squawk
My condition, please do not mock!
Maybe I could some other day
Write you a long authentic lay
I’m hoping this will go away
If not today, perhaps by May...
© F Aparici
A poem from six years ago,
hiding away in my desk drawer.