He's Done

He said he was finished His writing days were done He said, in his mind It was no longer fun He said, he needed to find Another way to pass the time But he made it clear he was through When it came to making rhyme He said, he's lost his passion For the written word He said, that his last poem Is the last that will be heard No more poems about failed love No more poems about living He said, I've run out of words I have nothing left for giving It was sad to read the words he wrote Because he had so much to say But I guess in every life In everything, there's a time to walk away Maybe that's the secret To knowing when you're done When you realize in life That what you're doing, is no longer fun I know it's never easy To leave something that was a passion But in every life there comes a time When the lights of ideas stops flashing 9-30-19/RjH