A Thought Drifts By
A thought drifts by
on the breath of the sky
Not knowing if ‘tis a treasure
nor having time to measure
I add it to my supply
where it sits in with other thought fellows
if poetic, it might be a Longfellow
if musical, perchance a note for a cello
if dessert, a bowl of strawberry jello
But I digress, for by plucking that thought
a world of patience is taught
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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