Words, I Need Words!
Want to write
but the words…
the words are not coming.
I sense an urge to write something
To say something
yet feel no longing
for that which I may not have
nor sense an urge to praise that which I do have.
As I’m now what
most reading this
would consider as old.
Possibly my age,
possibly my age may vanish the thoughts
of words from my mind
or of the sensations that,
when younger,
would please or plague my heart
as I now have the love I desire
as I know I am loved
as she knows she is loved
as sex is no longer an issue
as fear of the lack of finances
are no longer uppermost
within the thoughts
that on past nights would cause me to lie awake.
Health, other than what comes with advancing age,
at least for now,
not an issue.
Love where I live,
desirous of being in no other place.
So what is on my mind?
So what so bothers me at this time?
What?
Want to write
but words…
the words are not coming.
©April 28,2014 / Mark M Lichterman
hug
Kathy
Anna
I haven't reached that point yet. I seem to have two or three ideas always waiting to be written and no time to write them, even though I'm retired and have all the time in the world.
Ron
Sandie :o)