Knock, knock, is there anybody home?
Just click the wheel if you can hear me
Relax now, we know you're feeling down
We can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
That's right, just let your worries go
Just write the facts
You can show us where it hurts
I have no plan, my hair's receding
My youth is distant, far away
I am writing only twice a week now
I see many words but I don't read them
When I was younger I had a purpose
My life felt full of inspiration
Now I've got that writer's block again
There's nothing I can find to say
Everything is bland or mundane
I have become over fifty and glum
What's that
Agenbite of inwit?
You can scrub you hands
With all the latest toiletries
You can purge and cleanse
Do all the righteous things
Keep yourself going until the final bell
But when you hear that knock, it's time to go
When I was younger I half saw a holy dream
Hiding in the corner of the room
I turned the page and it had disappeared
I can never find that book again
The time has passed, my dream is gone
I have become over fifty and glum
This poem is freely adapted from this song. Did you spot it?
Thank you for reading.