A Head Full
My head is full of poems
I’ve hardly time to write down
Just where they all come from
I do not know
They rise up just like a river
Following a summer storm
Burst out of their banks and overflow
So when I awake each morning
And one comes to mind no warning
I’ve just got to write it down
and do not ask
I waste no time to question
Why is it this way? I have no clue
But resign myself to this pressing task
copyright Michael King