Confused
Confused
By Tom Wright
9-10-2019
I awoke this morning,
with a seemingly pell-mell mind.
Seems to only one topic,
my intellect was confined.
I sat bathing in thoughts,
that, to me, made little sense.
God’s had chosen this way,
for my day to commence.
But whatever comes later,
in pity I won’t wallow.
Whatever God’s has plated,
I’ll try to smile and swallow.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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