We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
When first I start to write my days, the cheer of New Year send, Expect we bliss and more it stays, believing Good will mend. Then, watch we football noon 'til Late, the Bowl with Cotton filled, Then Roses and the Sugar plate, did make the fans be thrilled. Our freedoms were discussed in part, How should the rulers rule? For when allow we rules to start, what keeps in check the tool? Antarctica is icy cold, though mass of land be there, When would I visit, be so bold, I'll waiting stop and stare. How do I ride the rails unseen, while in my comfy home? The Earth be swift in movements clean, so, I've not need to roam. How could I bump a shinbone rare to win the wordy game? My dignity departs from there, 'tis never more the same! To start the year with cup of tea is quite the tongue's delight, For warmth of friendship, thee & me, will brighten New Year's night. We each have hands and mind to use to make our lasting art, Your little gadgets full abuse the peace we have in heart. How could some writing bring us harm? How could the good be bad? As seen in ev'ry Earthly charm, "enough" can make us glad. When stops to flow 'lectricity, we follow crafting ways, That when restored the pow'r would be, of crafts make full displays. I write my thoughts in poetry, I have since very young, Be gone the doubts, that I be free, "Thy writing!" will be sung! The words I write have beauteous home, in this new profile here, That when my Mom and children come, they'll look without one fear. The music that I play for you upon my keys and voice Will cheer your heart, and when I'm through "Repeat!" will be your choice. Now, bring we thoughts to close this day, the fourteenth is review, For when again our rhymes we say, the month be nearly through. by Jay O'Toole on January 14th, 2017 |