Spending Time
I’m sitting in a comfy chair with pen poised in my hand
to write a piece of poetry that some may understand.
It doesn’t matter what it is or how I choose to rhyme
the purpose of my writing it is just to pass the time.
For this is how I meditate and how I free my mind,
I’ve tried a dozen different ways but this works well I find.
When words come flowing from my pen without a second thought
I find myself in harmony with all I ever sought.
For many years I’ve juggled with a full and hectic mind
and never found the time to do the things my spirit pined,
as poetry is one of them I don’t care what I say
for writing gives me peace of mind and helps to soothe the day.
If you don’t really understand the ramblings that I write
don’t scream and shout about my verse and say that it is trite,
for this time I don’t give a damn if you like this or not,
this one’s for me, to spend some time, for I’ve not got a lot!
Ivor G Davies
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