It seems too little is too late.
It's wise to never let a thought wait.
Grab your pen and write it down
Then you can wipe away your frown.
I laugh at my own foolishness.
Creating a thought of sillyness.
In the end I'm the horses ass,
When I can't see what is considered class.
Love ya!
Jane
Everyone finds themselves feeling that way at one time or another.. But not to worry!
You've still got what it takes to compose a very rich and clever poem, King George!
Write on!!
Love & Blessings,
Rhonda