Writer’s Block, I think not.
My back pocket is graced by children’s dreams and thoughts.
Did I forget to mention? They also slipped me some colorful chalk.
Every time I hit a block, I keep going and call it a walk.
I’m creating written dreams; no sidewalk ;)
Nah, my rooster stopped waking me many years ago.
The barn is overflowing with confidence, no room to show.
The Iliad Press mentioned my poetry 15 years ago.
I never saw the movie, but now I’m ready to hustle and flow.
I named my laptop “WritersPad”, for it knows, I’m a writing lad.
My writing is here to stay and more obedient than a fetching fad!