will there ever <br />be an end <br />to this given <br />ability <br />to move words around <br />in my mind <br />giving them rhythm <br />and sometimes <br />meaning <br />will the poetic thoughts <br />ever bleed out <br />will this river <br />of words <br />run dry <br />will i be left alone <br />with nothing to write <br />just an old chap <br />waiting to <br />die<br /><br />Jonny Brackney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-chap/
