All of Them I Forgot

All of Them I Forgot What is best is when I am admitting All my bad habits have been quitting Including writing my poems and such Which I appear to be doing too much. I shall avoid being tough and tense And have much humor making sense Like you originally wanted anyway Your mind for while thought I would play. Dab of my poems here then over there And after they become to hard to bare There are now more trying to transpire Adding much more fuel for the big fire. After for a while has been rapidly burning And over again in grave you are turning Laughing so hard at poems I just brought Hoping next time that all of them I forgot. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran and Poet How about this one for my Poetry Revisited meeting this Sunday at Arbor Landing, Shallotte, North Carolina. At least, we are not flying a Confederate flag.