Happy World Poetry Day

I’m sitting here inside my home,

Thinking I should write a poem.

I’ve turned my brain inside and out,

But I can think of nothing to write about.

I could write about my failing health,

Or of my woeful lack of wealth.

I could write of missing all my friends,

But that is a sadness that never ends.

I could write about a long lost love,

But it’s too depressing even to think of.

I could write of all my hopes and dreams,

But I really have none left, it seems.

I’ve nothing left to write, I think.

I just might go and have a drink.