The Empty Page

It's been so long since I've put words on paper,

that I'm afraid that my words may have

become bored with me and fled to younger

more energetic minds.

I see young men and women

that look like children to me,

producing plays,

creating songs,

writing parody and farce;

with the thoughts and

restless lust for life

that I once owned, as if

I'd let them go for pennies

at a yard sale.

Writing is scribbling on a page
until the scribbles map
a corner of the writer's soul.

An empty page is

an unforgiving mirror.