What shall I write about today? <br />Nothing comes into my mind, <br />It seems that I do not have much to say, <br />Saying nothing is sometimes very kind. <br /> <br />The world goes around in the same old way, <br />I sit here pondering in my armchair. <br />Yes sometimes it is better with nothing to say, <br />To be for once without a care. <br /> <br />The seasons come the seasons go, <br />I am doomed to sit out my fate, <br />Everything goes so very slow, <br />My thoughts are out of date. <br /> <br />So today I will write about nought, <br />My pen is heavy in my hand. <br />You know it is worth a thought, <br />For writing nothing is not very grand.<br /><br />Bernard Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-very-grand/
