Tried, I did.

I wish I may I wish I might 
write a new poem for you every night. 
And although I try so very hard
I can't seem to live up to the life of a bard.

I quiet my brain and I open my heart
and every night I come up with a start.

Next I begin to rhyme and riddle
I twist my words to create the middle.

But often I get stifled then.
Hung up in the struggle to form the end.

So my  unfinished poem gets tossed aside,
and I go back to bed thinking, "Well, I tried."

◄ I said to him one afternoon...

& love & need & love & need... ►

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Don Matthews

Mon 12th Aug 2019 10:42

I started a rhyme to comment you
Pulled out words and was ready to ride
But my iambs and trochees got mixed up
Had to toss it in bin - but I tried.

We'll never make bard status Eiren......😛

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