December 29, 2022
I doubted I would write today,
Not really anything to say.
Six hundred rhymes, what’s left to write?
Just skip a day. I thought I might.
Perhaps someone might think I’m ill,
While others may have had their fill,
And cast their vote please write no more.
I doubt that anyone’s kept score.
Today I’m just a random muse
Just letting words my mind amuse.
A jumbled mess? I must agree.
I think some rhymes just should not see
Themselves in print upon the page.
They need more time like wine to age.
I stand amazed at the words God has filled your mind and heart with. What a blessing!
Thank you for sharing them.