Offended Thinker

If you appear before me with no claim why Clamoring as much as to catch my eye Know that you make the offense gross When I ponder the minutes’ worth of loss That I would have used on a thought or a stare On something worth the time and flare That I would both savor and remember From January to December But you chose to draw my attention On nothing worth the mention I was thinking of the past and future And whether the present is its mixture I was thinking of love and hate And their role in destiny and fate I was thinking of thoughts in and of themselves The endless world in which every mind delves Now I am forced to think of your interruption And calculate how much is lost in distraction For I must confess suffering my fair share But now this lament I will not spare I am not against anyone who may interject For from it I’ve gained and that I respect Worthwhile thoughts beyond my own Have by others thought and to me made known And to anyone that would be gain But I lament of the moments slain Gone for no rhyme or reason Oh that these moments were only in prison That I would bail them and set them free But I know God is always gracious to me K. Muitherero