I let a thought lie on my lap,
As I in my mind I wandered.
There are gems in words
That are so easily lost.
So many times I slumber,
As words are lost through sleep.
I never can recall them, never.
Poor am I a writer, no recall have I.
Maybe they will be remembered,
But not in the intent needed.
Words can lose their meaning,
Though they seem to be the same.
I can sense the difference
When a thought is deprived.
One word has meanings within
As to its intent when proferred.
Ron
budd
There is a gem within. Whether capturing or slumbering..me too..
you have captived and wrote these words in true poetry flair
my friend.
Love always,
Lady Mary Ann