Each day, in the early mornin’ I can be found
At my computer, a frown upon my brow.
I am thinking, what shall I write about and why?
It must have a ring of truth, here and now.
I’ve built my reputation on your belief of mine.
My desire is, that it shall continue, to be that way.
There now, I’ve pulled my thoughts together,
All is clear, I am here with my words for today.
The weather is clear, but cold, winter is in the air.
I’ve got to get my wood in, three more cord will do.
My wood suppliers mired down, because of mud
The stackers are on a trip. My son, I’ll call on you.
Please now, do not call me lazy, it’s all so clear,
I am caught by circumstances beyond control.
If the situation clears, methinks I’ll be ok.
I will look again, it’s possible, I’ll return to oil.
O be truthful now, I slept in, now, I’m running late.
I will catch up on my ‘words’ at another time.
I will change my ways, I’ll not choose to stay abed.
Should I write what I think and put it all in rhyme?
O’ NO !
Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
November 19, 2011