Have in centuries past, already been said and done,

Ought I not to think of my words in another way?

Should I rise and challenge the proverb that has this to say?

“That there is nothing new under the sun?”

For I stand before a maze of words, who on ancient legs run.

Hence, now, I am so confused and not sure as to what I should do,

For if this is as it is, and the proverb be so true ,

why should I even write, or think at all,

 if it all has been said, and thought.

For how many ways are they to say, “ That I love you”, will an un- invented word do?

Is there just one, that has not already been said, over the last thousand years or two.

What more could I, being the simple man that I am... possibly think or do,

That would somehow, in someone’s eyes, come across as fresh and new.

For even digesting this, leaves me thoroughly disheartened,

as I ponder a way in absent dismay with words not yet started.

For if I were to write down another streaming, and beaming line,

Would it too, had already been heard?

For it seems to me, that nothing is left that has not been said and done.

Moreover, I feel that I have lost my wheels

and, that there really is.... nothing new under the sun.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004