Sometimes I have to chase a thought
Before it goes to print.
It can be ever evasive,
Not someting that is sent.
There is no magic wand I wave,
To bring them in tow.
No, I have to subdue them,
In order to make them grow.
They toss and turn in a busy mind,
That keeps me on my toes.
But in the end they let me win,
Why, only heaven knows.
Sandie :o)
budd