Still Got It

The poet’s still got it, the passion, the zeal

Still loves the way writing and rhyming makes him feel

He knows that passion, it never will fade

Even long after he’s wrinkled and gray

The only way he’ll ever stop is when he drops

on his dying day

By: J.N.R Dutton

I know it’s early in the day still, so you may think I’d have a few more poems prepared, but I have no more to write of at the moment. I will get back to sharing when I’ve got something worthwhile.

As it is now, my energy is on fumes & I am barely keeping my eyes open. Maybe I would do well to get on a consistent sleep schedule, but lately that hasn’t been occurring. Anyway, I don’t want to turn this into an article or novel length post, so I will end it here.