A poem a day helps anchor me
So I don’t float away.
It adds some color to my mood
And chases off the gray.
There’s always time to jot some lines,
Though some days it’s a chore;
At times I have to wrack my brain
For subjects to explore.
But mostly, I’m a magnet and
The topics are like nails.
What I observe or hear provides
The fodder – never fails.
And if I’m stuck, some introspection
Seems to do the trick.
I’ll start to write and suddenly,
My thoughts and rhymes just click.
The saying says an apple should
Be eaten every day;
Instead, I choose to pen a poem
And put it on display.