POETRY: I WRITE BEST

I WRITE BEST

I write when I’m sad

Or when things turn bad

I play the flute well

When things do not gel

Songs come when alone

And friends have all gone

When I am real glad

Words don’t come – that’s sad

True, I can sing, leap

But I can’t go deep

That is why the pains

And darks days, and rains

When things seem all wrong

That’s when there’s a song

When the day’s dark

Then the words flow

That is the sad thing

For those who’d write

When the sun is out

The words are locked out

But when the rains pour

That is when we soar

(Might polish it a bit more …)