Brandishing a knife of
Sharp words ready to cut a steak.
Seems food gets in my way
And I often make a mistake.
Let the words do their job
And I'll have no recompence.
Seems I am a nice fellow
But at times don't make much sense.
Turn the page of thoughts
And behold the answer you'll find.
Just keep searching and reading
Or maybe, just never mind.
Connie
Love ya!
Jane
Ron