I cannot write today
I cannot read
I can only sing
in off and on keys.

I cannot write today
I cannot read
I can only dance outside
on wobbly bowlegged knees

I cannot write today
I cannot read
I can only laugh out loud
while watching kitties sneeze

I cannot write today
I cannot read
I can only stroll along
enjoying the evening breeze

I cannot write today
I cannot read
I cannot be productive
in any capacity

I can sing
I can dance
I can stroll along
I can give  life a  chance

A chance to show
a chance to know
a chance to feel and to see
what all those books
were trying all those years
to tell me.

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