Totally Useless

Totally Useless Early morning is magnificent time of day You are all alone and no one is in your way To affect mind and what it may be thinking Both eyes are wide open and not blinking. Can even find a full moon outside (I did.) Why myself in solitude I can confide Not having to hear any of the absurd hype And oh how hard I really hate to type. At making my poem become a parable After trying I am absolutely terrible Will write each poem old-fashioned way Every two lines rhyme which to me is okay. Another thought has entered my mind What if to forgone fact I was resigned Way I write can be curiously clueless And my ability to type is totally useless. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran Category: Funny to me.