Funny how many times I would try to force out a poem
Ah the mind would refuse to let imagination roam
It is when separated from recorder, paper and pen
That grandiose thoughts and Ideas then appear, Why then?
I am not sure why but it certainly a tease
Frustrating, depressing, An impoundment if you please.
Fear not for later I might remember
The message, the poem that I wanted to render
If not well that is ok Too!
Because providence may have it to be written by You.
© Park 2013