Idle Rhyme

I want to write a poem, But my mind will not agree. It's filled with thoughts of all the things, That work has thrown at me. I'd like to have a rest now, To write a little rhyme, But it's midnight here in England, And I haven't got the time. Tomorrow is another day, I'll fill with nought but work, I really must get time to think, About the words that lurk. My muse has not departed me, It knows when I have time, To sit and play with all my thoughts, And try to make them rhyme. This is the way I idle, Relax and have some fun, Refresh my inner being, Join head and soul as one. I care not if I ramble, This one is just for me. There's nothing like a silly rhyme, To let the words flow free. Ivor G Davies