I need to share this simple little poem that came to me this morn. It is the first time in many years that I, for a moment, came out of the darkness of my mind to endeavor rhyming. I will count it as progress. Please forgive if too simple for you or does not make sense. It makes sense to me.
I start over 1,000 times per day
And hey, that's OK
After all I am made of clay
moldable, come what may
I choose the higher course, or I pay
I have the right to say
where my head goes along the way
I start over 1,000 times per day
And hey, that's OK
After all I am made of clay
moldable, come what may
I choose the higher course, or I pay
I have the right to say
where my head goes along the way