Random Apparitions

I don''t know why I did it; let''s call it therapy,

I suppose I''m out of touch with modern poetry.

Or just too old and grumpy for this modern stuff.

I''ve tried to understand it, but haven''t had much luck.

I don''t know why I do it; maybe it''s a curse.

But now and then, I need to rattle off another verse.

I wake up of a morning, and lying there in bed,

Start putting words together, somewhere in my he...