Just
When
I fear
My
Brain
Has
Gone
Dry
And
I’ve
Nothing
Left
To
Try,
By
Glory,
I begin
Another
Story.
How
To
Explain
This
Proclivity
Toward
Creativity?
I’m
Guessing
It’s
Some
Kind
Of
Boon,
A
Remembered
Tune,
A
Refrain
I retain
From
Long
Ago,
That
I am
Blessed
To
Know.