There’s a long poem by Mark Strand called Dark Harbor, and one section of it starts out,
“How can I sing when I haven’t the heart,
Or the hope that something of paradise
Persists in my song?”

Today, I will demonstrate how easily poems by other people can be adapted to one’s own circumstances. Look!

“How can I post when I haven’t an idea,
Or the hope that I’ll find something to rent
In my range?”