Tic – Toc, Tic – Toc,
Those words through my Mind will not stop,
Thinking, searching, all day long,
Ending Verses with a fullstop.
Poetry for me a relaxant is,
Without it I would be in a Tiz,
Keeping my Brain active and alive,
From Four in the morning until Five.
Words they come ~ words they go,
Sometimes fast ~ sometimes slow,
Writing Verses in Rhyme and Scan,
My pen on paper as fast as I can.
Sometimes I think, sometimes I do not,
Words they come like a lightening bolt,
But when they cease I have to think,
Before my pen runs out of ink.
Where is this Poem going? ~ I do not know,
Whether I write fast or slow,
But YOU direct my Mind line by line,
To write my Verses ~ Time after Time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem