Each and every morning the computer calls to me
To check what special news might have appeal or,
Do I have any e-mail from friends or family.
That done, I click on write and wait and wonder.
What am I doing here? All is blank, I have no clue.
The itch persists, I think to myself, surely I am sane.
Then, I rack my brain, I feel stupid, what shall I do?
I finger the keyboard ~ there is nil upon the screen.
I woke up this morning with a pull on my brain;
That is not so unusual if my mind has been alert.
All the day, I stay up with everything in the main.
Still and all, I wonder, have I caused any hurt?
All I have written, I’ve checked out from the start.
I am getting close to where I’m sure my mind is
Clear and that I am not breaking any body’s heart.
The pull I experience is that of my everyday.
I want to write, perhaps to teach and entertain.
It’s in my blood, I love it. It is you, my reader,
Who gives me satisfaction with my writes.
You have my ardent appreciation. It is my gain
Copyright © 2012 Charles E. Frost
October 4, 2012
I really liked this Uncle Charlie. I am sure lots of people will relate….xo