Words

The words come faster than I think

And flee before I can them ink

So as I hesitate and gropes in time

My hand will catch up with my mind

Words are short and words are long

Words are right and they are wrong

Words are good and they are bad

Words are there until you need them

Last night a poem ran through my mind

One that this morning I cannot find

It seemed to say what I thought about

And had no words that were left out

For not writing it down I shall not weep

For by thinking it up I went to sleep