"Lost Youth"

I sat down to write
the answers to my questions
I didn't need to
they were lost along time ago
there was nothing there
I felt disconnected to everything
edgy agitated frantic
there was a wall in my head
that said you can't write today
you don't want to
yet the voice in my head said write
I screamed I can't I am losing it
all I want to do is write
something profound no more dribble
something for posterity
but my mind won't go there
I'm not clever enough or smart enough
I just started to write at 70
an old women possessed
I should have started
when I was young
in my teens and twenties
when I was much smarter
and knew the answers to the
questions that haunt me now