“NOTHING MORE TO DO?”

     Seems I have nothing more to do in life,

Than to come home, write & add poetry to my site,

For I get home around six, turn on the computer,

Then not leave it till I go to bed that night.

          Some nights I write but a few,

    And others I write constantly through,

           What attracts me so greatly,

           Is that I can write of myself,

         Not to you, or for anyone else,

 I never get bored as more words are always

                          flowing.

I had a dear friend that I can always give thanks,

For allowing me the chance to put my ideas online,

  Ideas for names of poems are few though,

         But the words they never cease,

 As my brain, such as it is, does never ease.

          Sometimes I awake in the night,

                And find I have to write,

       Doesn’t matter what, as long as the light,

                 Is on and very bright…

                                                                   (ed)