Scribbles on the paper
Crumbles for the basket
Writing for the free
yet closer to the casket.
Brain lost in translation
This leads to frustration –
Typical human being.
But break only a sweat.
The beads slowly drip down
but in store is a treat
if ever my muse is found
Jot down all that comes to mind as something will come together.
Retreat back in time. Dip the ink. Then write with the feather..
It’s not over, the bulb flashes
and the spark has grown to fire
Like life brought from the ashes
Get the king&the queen. Introduce with me with the choir:
“We now present to you…”
(Yes I like the way that sounds)
“The squire has come through”
“Yes. Send him down”
I want to show how far
we’ve, no – how far I’ve come.
I’ve raised once again the bar
For fear I’ll be undone.
But I promise that you’ll be happy. I’ll make aspirations come true
I’ll start by resetting your life. What harm could that do…