• I have no more to write
    For my talent is spent;
    Please do not ask again
    For my fingers are bent.
    My mind is sore from thought,
    I've used it more than I ought.
    My eyes are strained and useless too,
    Yet, I have written this last one for you.
    Enjoy it now, it won't come again.
    Enjoy it now, you won't have it then.
    But as I close my "final" song,
    It appears now that I have been wrong.
    When you find that same block in the road, you
    Keep writing and you'll get around it too.