Ode to Falling-The sequel

Ode To Falling –The Sequel

My muse came back and I was glad
I was happy as could be,
Not a single tear of sad.

I thought that all was well, but that was not to be.
She didn’t do her job,
Said that was up to me.

I tried and tried to write this poem, you see?
She said that she would buy it
If I offered it, for free.

So here it is my muse, the words are all my own.
She read it, laughed, and turned away,
And I heard her soulful groan

What good’s a muse who will not work?
Who doesn’t have the time?
Not much I guess, but I love her still,
And I hope these words will rhyme.

Falling comes and goes at will,
While I am left to write.
She’ll laugh again when next she reads,
And that will be a sight.

I’ll close my eyes and shall not see
The twinkle in her eye.
And while she laughs at these, my words
All I can do is sigh.

My muse is back, and I am glad
Even though she doesn’t work.
I’m still inspired because she’s here,
And that’s a solid perk.

Welcome back, my lovely muse.
I welcome you with glee.
I stand beside you strong and proud
That you are here with me.