Off the Top Of My Head
I’m trying to write a poem off the top of my head
“You can’t do it!” someone said
So here I am proving them right
That without time to reflect, my poetry’s shite
No time to think of the feelings inside
To conjure up those happy days or times that I cried
No time to eloquently express the love that I hold
A beaten poet, I throw down my hand and fold
I bow my head, a broken man
They said I can’t, I thought that I can
Just when they believed they’d won and it was over
I was rising up, dancing in fields of clover
It seemed to scan, it seemed to rhyme
And created in just a flicker of time
I guess I knew all along
I could do it, and prove them wrong!