All those treasures that lie dormant in the mind
Waiting only for the ribbon to be unbound
Lid to be lifted so as they may be exposed
It is then the secrets of the mind can be disclosed.
There are times the mind is tired and weary
Seeking nothing only rest
Which is a test for the writer
Who wishes to conduct the business of the day –
Yet pen, his baton won’t dance to his tune.
©Chris Black. April 11th 2019
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