I had a title for this work.
It was short and clever.
The poem flowed from it.
Will I remember it? Ever?
It had to with my dogs.
Or a reflection on life.
Maybe my house.
Possibly the wife.
Someday, I’ll remember it.
I’m sure it will come back.
I’m pretty sure it’s brilliant.
I’ll be back on track.
Author: Blind John Ellsworth
Blind John Ellsworth (1960- ), a (questionable) poet and sometimes Texas bluesman. He has recorded one spoken-word album (thankfully unreleased), since he is still trying to learn to play guitar. (Lack of musical skills is what makes him a poet and not a lyricist. Plus, he can’t write music.)
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