Now I sit me down to write
I pray a muse make sharp my sight.
If I should die before I’m done,
I pray nobody reads draft one.
If I should live for other days,
I pray inspiration come to stay.
Muse, unto thee I pray
That you alight unto me today.
Productive I am when you are near
But when you’re off, I shed a tear.
Bless my friends, bring them success, too
(But never any more than I receive from you.)
Keep my mind sharp and fit
And keep my writing from being shit.