Sit and think.

Written by: carl dunford

  I sit  and think of what to write,
  some times I sit  all night.
  The words some times flow,
   other times it's no go.
   I have many chapters in my life,
  they are in my memory where they belong,
 there they can do no wrong.
 Sometimes I let them free,
 that's my poetry.
 Of the times I  have fallen in love,
  when I was floating above.
 Of my collage days when partying,
  was all the rage.
 What ever the event many a happy,
 time was spent.
 Now I'm older, married,
  father of three,
  I still reminisce in my poetry.