Be-muse-ment
Why am I too busy to write,
when I have so much I could say
When the Time I cling to, with all my might,
Escapes my grasp and slips away.
Then, ample time avails me
Divine inspiration goes awry
And though I plumb the depths of my memory
I find nothing of note, to decry.
Perhaps a momentary glimmer,
A chance encounter of bard and muse
Some roiling couplets will simmer,
But then they, just as swiftly, defuse.
“No, please don’t go!” I beg, I plead,
I search blindly through the haze,
Coherent thought is all I need
A moment’s peace, a turn of phrase
But alas the opportune moment has gone
Inspiration has truly fled
my fine composition has moseyed along,
And I’m left with this crass thing, instead.
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