Writer's Block

Writer's Block

 

 

Been trying to think

of something to write.

Been sittin' here thinkin'

most of the night.

 

I would write of love

but I know nothing about it,

if I did, beleive me,

I'd stand up and shout it.

 

I would write of young

maidens beauteous and fair

but I don't think my mem'ry

can get me back there.

 

I would write of green

fields full of sweet clover.

But most of those fields

have all been paved over.

 

I would write of the moon

hanging bright in the sky,

but I can't see the thing

and I'm not gonna lie.

 

I would write of roses

their aroma so sweet,

but all I can smell

                                  right now are my feet.