February 1, 2025
I don’t know why the rhymes slowed down.
No words I’ve penned have been profound.
Perhaps in winter thoughts grow cold,
Or slow like me as I grow old.
So many I’ve been blessed to share.
I pray a few who read and care,
Take time to read and contemplate,
Take in each verse and can relate.
I think most rhymes are for myself.
Sometimes I leave them on the shelf.
Some linger still I’m sure inside
Still tucked away where they abide.
Someday, in time, they’ll feel the urge
To form the words as they emerge.