POEM - 300

For the 300^th time this year

I am sitting here

Completely blank look on my perfectly aged face

Poetry is a cruel mistress

And I’m a married man

So it makes for uncomfortable situations

But my dear wife

She is so good to me

She makes sure

Each and every day

I have my time

To sit and stare blankly at the wall

She knows I am trying to create something great

And if I rush it I might stumble

Take the easy route

Use a few too many bathroom jokes

Take the easy punch lines

And get out of there quick

Regardless the cost in lives and reputations

But not today

Today is a day I will finish early

Before I head home from work

So that I can meet other obligations

Support my supportive mate

For there is crafting on the docket

And love is in the air

And love, it is said

Is the real reason

For poetry