And So I Write

An ordinary start to a new day; I sequence words in verses on a string. It seems best that I keep the subject light; I truly don’t have very much to say. The wise would bridle tongues, but here’s the thing: I rarely am accused of being bright, and so I will not fault if you don’t read or give a voice to them and try to sing my childish verses, vacuous and trite. For me, at least, it seems they fill a need, and so I write.