When Did I Write That?

With ease I take pen to paper,

I think prose is in my DNA,

that words flow freely by hand.

I can crank out page after page each day.

I believe I’m saturated with talent,

all my compositions are profound.

I never have writer’s block

and always leave the readers spellbound.

But when my self-worth becomes over inflated,

when I feel on par with the Bard,

I reread my adolescent break-up poems written long ago,

and am humbled while my current ego gets charred.