What happened to Marcky, what happened to me?
What happened to the man who used to write?
The man grows tired, fatigued and weary,
Almost unable to press on and fight.
But what battles are there, in a writer’s world?
I struggle to inspire and be inspired;
Many developments in life unfurled,
Almost as if against my time conspired.
Does he not eat, does he not dine?
Contrary, overwhelming obesity attests;
The will to share dwindles and declines,
Too many things for my time contest.
For this “food blogger”, is this the end?
Will there be no more thankless evangelizing?
To fade away quietly, I do not intend,
Soon, perhaps, inspiration will find itself rising.