I’m a poet and I know it,
There’s 700 poems to show it,
And I’m not going to blow it
By missing out tonight.

But today I’ve given all.
And I’m running out of juice.
I’ve nothing left to offer
Only the stubborn wall
That I’ve run into,
That says I’m done,
It’s time for bed.

My head is blank
And yet there’s more to do.
I’m a poet and I know it,
And that will have to do.

I’m at our denomination’s annual conference which I help run. I love it and enjoy throwing myself into it, but there’s little capacity for anything else when I’m here… (If you’re wondering why I say 700 poems when this is number 416, that’s because of a numbering error that means I’ve gone back to full in a gap!)
(27.10.25)

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