Though I am old with a sometimes wandering mind
Never blind enough though to see what the day requires
The writers mind may wander down many different roads
With persistence comes rich rewards.
A word from my younger days. Not today or yesterday
Coaxiorum, still when called upon bears the seed to succeed
It may well have been a nothing word, but it worked at the time
When syrup of figs was dished out, to work its oracle?
Now whenever I want to get ahead of the posse
Beat words at their own game I, coax them
By pouring ink into inkwell, refilling fountain pen
Lay thoughts on a page, unafraid to bare my soul.
Problems shared are problems halved
Which can be achieved even for the lonesome writer
I may think I am alone, which is absolutely absurd
For with pen in hand, a virgin page, a poem is built word on word.
(c)Chris Black. August 2018
~The Poet’s Poet~