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Fleeting Thoughts

(To Jayne)

‘Tis about this time of day After I meditate and pray That I put poems to the pen Expressing the product of my ken. Fleeting thoughts fly by And who can say why They come and quickly vanish (Like my retention of Spanish!). Do angels fly around and tease With distractions that do displease When, though they fly quite away, Come back yet another day? But then, again, maybe not. Oh, but I am in a nasty spot, Fit for some wretched sot! Ah! But, please, not me! Can’t you give it to another? Or to his sister or brother? I want to keep my thoughts corralled So I can ride them like a horse! (Yes, I do know that is not the course That You would have me to go; You Who reigns and is in the know!)

0658 on 5 Oct., 2022

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