Poems from my Archives. Originally Published 10/10/2011
I sat around at home today, wondering what I need do and say,
as I know there is no way, as its hard to imagine that caught up I may be,
or who is it that I need to call, or e-mail or blog, I’m counting them all
and yet, there is something troubling me,
what it is I cannot yet recall. Darn this forgetful memory.
If I wait long enough it will return, or a walk to the other room, my doubts to affirm,
that something, just something needs to be done.
There is no way that it could possibly be, that I am caught up and my time is free,
to pursue whatever it is that strikes me.
© Francis Allcorn