There Are Only So Many Words
I used to sometimes find
That the words had run away –
I didn’t really mind, though,
As inspirations come and go,
For always I would know,
That I’d soon have something new to say.
But these days, I’m less sure
If I’ll get them back agen –
I’ve written so much more, now,
I’ve said my piece, I’ve made my vow –
So should I take a bow
And for once and all retire my pen ?
But that leads to regret
When I know I’ve words within.
At least, I hope I get to write
Some who-knows-what by inner-light
I can’t give up the fight
Until I’m sure I cannot win.
But if not now, then one day,
I really shall run dry.
When I can no more stay the course,
When I have drained away my source.
When I have spent my force,
Then I guess it’s time to say goodbye.
I know they say my words will die away –
Too true, I bet –
But not today, oh Muse – not yet !
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