With thanks to the Morphine

With thanks to the Morphine

Writing poetry is not an easy thing

Reading it can be even more challenging

I sit down with pen in hand

Trying to think of rhymes not too bland

The muse is elusive to me

But eventually the words come profusely

And with thanks to the morphine

My strife remains unseen

But Morpheus the God of Dreams

Has led to many a successful scheme

It worked for Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Whose poems often left me frowning

Heinrich Heine spoke of death’s brother sleep

In his poem ‘Morphine’, which is quite deep

My friend Freud was more into cocaine

Although some do call his work innane

Whether its working for me I don’t know

But for now I’ll just go and go and go