I wrote this yesterday. My third poem ever, so be forwarned of it's rather rough-around-the-edgesness.
What to do with myself?
Need I find some other wisdom to delve?
I could address a speech to the heaving mass-
Or dance with a pretty lass.
However, I need something more, I think...
Lest I careen over the brink.
By being pushed? not a thought
Lest my bones all rot
But perhaps by a trip and fall
Accidental of course. Self-inflicted not at all.
Maybe through thick and thin
I can find some truth, wherin
All the work I do, and more
Is justified unto the LORD
