I should not think too long on
the what was or will be or
pen with paper, write about -
about much of such things.
The things I think too long on:
the hours confined in this day
that do not allow for my
pink, inefficient dreamings.
What could have been for future
variance of nth degree
to follow down thoughts in full,
but never end, never do.
The laundry must be carried,
mop to floor and moved about,
cream combined with coffee for
the wakening to errands;
the errands of importance.
Don’t think too long on the what
was or will be, put a pen
to paper and write about,
at least not too much about,
about those and such - such things.
About the Creator
G. Douglas Kerr
I am a hermit and sometimes come out of my shell.
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