I
I
I had an idea
Far to the back of my mind
It wasn’t clear
A glint not a shine
I had a thought
Couldn’t pin it down
I had a dream
In my dressing gown
I had a whim
Grabbed at thin air
I can’t swim
Throw me a chair
I hunted gold
Hacked with my pick
I caught a cold
Felt quite sick
I toil all day
Hoping for a break
I earn my pay
For heaven’s sake!
David Cox 07/06/22
Copyright © Dave Cox | Year Posted 2022
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