Waiting For the Muses
Did you ever suffer writer's block,
When you couldn't write a line?
When you struggled, hoped, and waited
For that inspiration shine?
Did you ever beg the muses
To intervene on your behalf,
And find them in a stubborn mood,
When they'd only sit and laugh?
They've been playing coy with me, now,
For far too many days.
They nearly drive me up the wall,
With their mean, contrary ways.
But I still love 'em, don't you know,
And I'm sure that they love me.
I know they'll sing and dance again,
If I wait patiently.
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