Yet, I shall not accept my fate: <br />Consigned by God to ruminate. <br />Old cobwebs is what one will find <br />up in the attic of my mind. <br />Dustbins of gold and diamonds, <br />sweet music for all sycophants. <br />Pink water lillies do exude, <br />on stagnant waters, tranquil mood. <br />Immersed in morning's precious mist, <br />devoid of words, mosquito-kissed. <br />I have, my Lord, still more to give <br />I'll prove it if you let me live.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writer-s-block-6/
