Another blank screen, another empty page,

Another aimless doodle of some bearded sage.

Another sky of brain-storms,

Another hour of irk,

Another day of unproductive swarms of work.

Another day of giving up and finishing off my tea,

Another evening laughing, knowing those I love love me.

Another lovely day, though writing lay unwritten,

Another day, another day, for these days can’t be rewritten.