I’m gonna take my case in hand tonight
To see just where I’m at. It seems to me
That I’m lost and looking for a line
To tie onto and pull me from this misery.
My friends, don’t get upset, I’m not ill. It’s
Just a matter of the mind. I think I shall
Recoup. Don’t go now to spread the word
I’d rather that I would be the one to tell
The world, I’ve lost my vocabulary. O’ now,
Wait! Isn’t that word big in the dictionary?
Is there a reaction taking place in my head?
My gosh, this whole thing is getting scary!
I want and have to write but, lacking words
It will be like being asea in a ship, no engine.
My being a poet, lacking words, naught to say,
There’ll be no readers, there will be no friends.
To see and carry me on through another day
I hear a call for poetry with rhyming
That was my thing when I could have my way.
I’ll give it a try, then off I’ll be signing,
Off my friends, thank you all, That is my say!
Copyright 2013 Charles E. Frost
April 18, 2013
The Words of Charles E. Frost 