Yellowing leaves

Yellowing leaves
Post piled up and unopened
Someone has gone on holiday

What I must never do is blink

What I must never do is blink
when I am writing - it wastes ink
No more stopping twice to think
What I must do more oft is link
my brain and heart before they sink

What I must never do is yawn

when I am writing on the lawn

having been there since before dawn

wanting to be completetely alone

ending up tired and forlorn

What I must never do is grin

when I am writing - drink some gin!

Let all the ideas my head spin

that's the only way a boy can win

and, like a snake, shed his skin