There are many days of late my ‘get up’ seems
To have, ‘got up and went’. As I sit today
At my computer, this day is a carbon copy, much
Like those I have suffered thru before. I pray
To what I call, ‘a lazy brain’ to go ahead, but
Think of where you are leading me and why.
You realize of course, I am the writer. I have to
Bear the blame for your thoughts, I heave a sigh.
That noise I hear, I think, is clicking of the keys
As words appear on paper without effort of mine.
Is my lazy brain taking over and doing, with ease,
A bit of writing? Is it done, perhaps, by design?
Could it be perhaps a shifting of standings?
Am I the writer or maybe would I be the lazy brain?
O’ my gosh, spare me please. That I’ll never be.
Pride in what I say and do will ever keep me sane.
I will go on writing folks to make you laugh, not sigh.
Should the lazy brain appear, I will shift it into high.
I’ll not have it tinkering with love and happiness;
The World has too much of that now ~ I Cry.
Reader, stick with me, I will not let you down.
Let’s work together, stay together for all time.
I will try ever to make you laugh, shed no tears.
If, by chance I should, the tears will be mine,
That will not be my fate ~ ~ Just Wait
Copyright © Charles E. Frost
January 23, 2013