Fleeting Thoughts
(To Jayne)
‘Tis about this time of day
After I meditate and pray
That I put poems to the pen
Expressing the product of my ken.
Fleeting thoughts fly by
And who can say why
They come and quickly vanish
(Like my retention of Spanish!).
Do angels fly around and tease
With distractions that do displease
When, though they fly quite away,
Come back yet another day?
But then, again, maybe not.
Oh, but I am in a nasty spot,
Fit for some wretched sot!
Ah! But, please, not me!
Can’t you give it to another?
Or to his sister or brother?
I want to keep my thoughts corralled
So I can ride them like a horse!
(Yes, I do know that is not the course
That You would have me to go;
You Who reigns and is in the know!)
0658 on 5 Oct., 2022
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