The Poem

Have you ever tried to write a poem
That takes on a life of its own
Meter won’t fall as you intend
It runs away with you again
The pen seems to move on its own
Across the paper seeds are sown
Of new adventures yet to take
And promises you’ve yet to make

Before you know what’s happening
The humming rhyme begins to sing
And everything you thought you knew
Evaporates like morning dew
So with a sigh you press your luck
You must contend or else get stuck
Therefore surrender’s emanate
Write it all down or you’ll forget