One Perfect Moment (late 1980's)

The man
on the horse told me to write

Until I wasn't thinking about what
Came out of my pen

Then he left

And he didn't come back
For quite some time

I waited for him and
In the meantime
I drank a lot
And smiled at a lot
Of pretty girls
I loved smiling at them

Eventually, he came back
"Write!" he said
"You don't write enough."
Then he left again

For awhile I wrote every day
Then I would be busy
And it dwindled to once every other day
Then, with the drinking and the girls,
I just didn't have the time
So I stopped

A year later, he came back
His horse was very tired he said
And he couldn't cover as much ground
As he used to
This time,

He didn't tell me to write
He forgot
And so did I

Until today

So I wrote this today
I write this today
I am writing this today
This is happening now
This is
I am

I hope to write tomorrow
When the world ends,
This is NOTHING

But today
it may be something

may, may, may
It just may

Give me one perfect moment