Some Mornings
Some mornings
Written: by Tom Wright
4/7/2018
Thoughts arrive like comets, swift and bright,
Each, a former tenant of a mind swept clean.
Often with a frequency of thieves in the night,
Of late, draped in dust, no more showing sheen;
For worthwhile words, today, I sit chumming,
Ideas that come aren’t worth a dime, nor cent.
But whatever their worth they’ll just keep coming,
Until the end when there’ll be no words unspent;
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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