THE TIME IS AT HAND

 

A wrote a poem

Verse by verse.

The first lined sucked

The second was worse.

 

Could not connect

With a thought or a notion.

Maybe a drink from

My magical potion.

 

One drink leads to two

Before you know it, its four.

And you discover its hard

To type on the floor.

 

You jump in the shower

Hope to come to your senses.

And get back to writing

Using all the right tenses.

 

 

Now that we’re reaching

The thirteenth hour.

Out of nowhere I’m getting

A feeling of power.

 

I hope I can make it

Beyond last years’ time.

I think I can make it

If I stop with this rhyme.

 

And get back to attempting

Some quality prose.

And complete this great marathon

Cross your fingers, here goes!!