I was cleaning out my old desk drawer looking for more yard sale junk and came across some of my old poems, and songs. It's been ages since I'd seen some of them. At the time I questioned if they were good, or not. But looking at them now, I wondered how I could ever have thought of any of those things. My mind is so full now of daily life, that I don't think I could ever create anything like that again. It reminds me of the old Tracy Ullman (sp?) show were her character plays a rock-star. All her friends love her, but once she falls in love and gets married, all her songs are about babies and love, and they all start to sound the same. It was a really funny sketch, and it's kind of how I feel now. I may try my hand at it again sometime, but I don't think I'll like what I write until 20 years from now.