I finally wrote a book today
I finally wrote a book today
You know, the one I keep thinking aboutBut am afraid to talk about For fear I’ll jinx itThe same one people Keep telling me I should writeI’ve started plentyEach with a different slantProbably sounding like little moreThan a pitiful version of somethingMy momentary favorite author would penBut now, it’s doneNo more to haunt meNagging for time and affection
I finally wrote a book todayOr, at least, thought about itAgain