An Exercise Backfired!
Sometimes I write because I'm inspired.
Other times I can't, I'm just too tired.
My mind won't work, my thoughts are mired.
The voice in my head should just be fired!
But I take a breath, I know what's required,
got to grab hold of life before it's expired.
I look at all the folks I've admired,
the events throughout my life transpired,
and the work and play through which I've perspired,
but more, that which is left desired,
and tell myself, that's how you're hardwired.
To use all the knowledge that you've acquired.
To spread new ideas like children sired.
Looking back, I think my brain misfired!
But we came, we wrote , we co-conspired.
Well, that wasn't so bad, I guess he's rehired.
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