There are times when thoughts fail me,
And I am left with nothing to say.
Scramble a few eggs, still nothing
Enters this dome of mine today.
Sometimes too much is my lot
And I have more to say.
Not so this quiet Sunday
When my mind is lost at bay.
Nevertheless words compel
That they must show and tell.
Seems like a waste of time,
Yet on me they cast a spell.
Cindy
Love ya!
Jane