I sat down to write today just to while away the time;
Time moved on as it will, my mind just lagged behind.
I ran a map of subjects I keep, they help to spur me on;
The spur may work on horses, on me not worth a dime.
Maybe I’ll rest just a tad or so before I amble onward;
The bit I rested, and did not need, left me in a bind.
The morn is fleeting by, I’ve done nil and wasted time;
Not only that, I’ve always said, time wasted is a crime.
Here I sit, my mind’s numb, short on words that rhyme;
Folks, the lesson for today and anon is, wasted time!
Copyright 2011 Charles E. Frost
February 12, 2011