My Muse Returneth

So proud am I of these wits...
For to me it matters not...
That they merely come in bits..

For it is never too late...
Nor is it ever out of date...
Thus to open the gate...
Which have long been await...
To grant and to create...
That which is in my head...
Thus bring it back from dead.

I Am Happy and Whole

Happy am I so with myself...
I know I do need a little help.
Whole am I and inspired...
I know I can never be tired.
Grateful am I of my muse...
Without which I can never ruse...
Or put my wits to use.