Don’t know what to write,

Don’t have a clue,

Thinking what would be right,

Trying to think of something new.

We all have our musual (sp?) losses,

They affect us from time to time,

Our brains are our bosses,

Trying to make us come up with a rhyme.

So further I go trying hard,

No talk of the weather,

Though as usual it’s wet,

Better than being icy shards,

Still can’t figure a go way to go,

Eventually maybe will it be weather or whether, still don't know...

© -ed- 1/1/21