Remnants of my old age
That lie around my mind.
They linger, hoping I will
Use them one day.
I rarely need more words,
As my poems are so brief.
Now and then they come in handy
And will find some in a poem.
Always glad when words are used
To express a thought or two.
A poet would be lost without them,
So I'm happy to part with a few.
Love ya!
Jane