There are thoughts
I put on paper, lest they be lost.
There are ideas I cultivate
From the thoughts held within.
Soon they must expand
And seek the pastures green.
For ignorance is folly ignored
As I laught at my own ineptitude.
Let the wayward thought be free
And seek its own destiny.
Tomorrow will find it gone
And the next day a poem from me.
Love ya!
Jane