Agh. Regurgitating old poetry in an effort to clear my head and get inspired.

All that glisters is not gold
Yet nothing gold can stay
Fire and ice and perish twice -
That's what the poets say.

The captain lies upon the deck -
He's fallen, cold and dead
Father Time sits by to watch
And scratches his old grey head

Frost and Whitman and Tennyson -
Each has had his day
Carpenter, walrus, oysters too
Is what the poets say

Mouse and clock and Jabberwock -
Children's dreams derive
From painted verse and loving nurse
The means - how to survive

A life of steel and concrete walls
Of cabbages and kings
Carroll's girl in bright blue dress
Spoke of all these things

Succeeding and giving to aid with our living
And Luthien and her Lay
Frozen hands and hearts and bones
Did once a poet say

Half a league, the Valley of Death
A tiger's glowing eye
Casey, the bat, and striking out -
Telling stories with a sigh

History, sorrow, lovers' lines
Dark nights, or ribbons gay -
Laugh, and the world laughs with you:
Or so the poets say.