The poem was started a week ago–
Today I’ve lost the mood;
I’d like to finish it, don’t ya know:
I sweat, I think, I brood.
But I cannot capture the theme, and so
I’m afraid I’ve lost the mood.
And all through our lives it’s the same darned thing:
What held us yesterday
Leaves us as cold as a last year’s fling,
If we take it up today.
So don’t put off until June to spring
The verse you conceived in May,
But finish the song you would like to sing
While the flavor SEEMS there to stay!
by Ray Romine Friday, March 24, 1944
