The challenge in writing a poem every day
is sometimes I really have nothing to say.
For though I’ve been blessed with a vigorous brain,
and learned at age 6 how to self-entertain,
I’m dwelling in an isolated state.
I interact with few, and only twice
a week do I in person congregate,
or eat a meal I didn’t slice and spice.
I nearly every evening watch a lot of cable news,
but I don’t want outrage to make the topic for my pen.
Admittedly I’ve written some that argue or accuse,
but I will bore myself if I resort to that again,
today.