Day 6 of my poem a day for a week or so project. Almost there! And this one is a bit of an experiment…
Quick, the useless and the wistful,
The deceitful and the unwary,
Come now to me, for I must be honest,
For I must write my poem
I have things to say which I must first discover,
Although this seems to take so long.
But time is perfectly without fault and
Time alone will determine how long I must take.
I am forever reinventing myself
Plunging in to find out what resonates
Immersing myself in this life
Until I understand or tire of it.