My creative juices,
They seem to have stopped.
I appear to have contracted a case of
The dreaded writer’s block.
It leads to a rather sad admission,
That I didn’t do anything interesting today,
That my day passed by with a certain normalcy,
And all my thoughts were quite mundane.
I don’t appear to have anything fancy to admit,
Nor a story that’s quirky enough to share.
However, the one thing I attest to,
Is that tomorrow I shall have several stories,
Maybe even a pair.
So I’ll leave you with this,
A poem I seem to have written,
And bid you adieu,
Because with the curse of 47, I appear to be bitten.