To my distress and to others delight I awoke to find that I couldn't write My thoughts all gone like birds in flight Woe is me in my miserable plight Am I doomed to sit and stare at the clock It has it's purpose to tick and tock I've derided others with this affliction Viewed with contempt their silly addiction To penning poetry the rhyme the verse Now I've been struck with a similar curse How then shall I pass my hours of leisure My writing does give a degree of pleasure Gossip with neighbors is not my scene Face book I consider to be shallow and mean Could this be the onset of early dementia I've done the crosswords so I'm not to censure There is no advantage to an empty mind For Satan will come our work to find Thoughts and feelings compel us to write Hope mine return from their nocturnal flight.