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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