 | Right now my mind is blank. Did I already use up my creative word bank? Is there still water in this thinking tank? My words use to be so deep. My words made people sink. So surprising, They didn't know what to think. I had a good time Sharing all my thoughts, And getting them to rhyme. Well talent comes and goes. Will it come back, No one knows. I read my old poems And think back, Where was my mind really at? For the people that read them I am sorry that you sank. This poem is pretty good. I guess my mind is no longer blank. |  |