From Jim
Upon the first of Jan-u-ary each and every year
I choose a comfy cushioned chair on which to park my rearThen taking pencil, pen, or plume I think with all my mightAbout my life, my hopes, my dreams and then begin to write
I make a note of all my flaws, my missteps, and my sinsAnd number them from one to ten and sort them into bins:A catalogue of wishes, goals, and changes to achieve,To lose some weight, to write more books, and royalties receive!
But not all thoughts are for myself, I...
Published on January 09, 2020 00:00