I started writing poetry at 6,
and cranked it up when I was 41.
Initially it must have been a fix
for some need then unmet, for once begun
I kept composing – efforts ever fun
but never frequent, needing to be spurred,
until I set assignments and when done,
I learned reverse – it’s work that summons word.

Now recently a symptom has occurred,
for after 60 days of writing verse
I feel I’m dull and dallying, absurd
(but not affected yet, or tending worse).
It may be best to take a little time
without my pen, before I’m sick of rhyme.