Brief poem for The Writer's Cramp
|Only when you leave
Will I have peace in my life.
A ship sailing will take away my grieving.
All you have ever given me is strife.
I want you to know, agony lasts eternally.
But coconuts, bananas, I’ve been told.
Give the body a lift as they slide down internally.
But, maybe you are too old or maybe not bold
To give these things a try.