Time On My Hands

Another ponder day came by And looked me right square in the eye. I just sat and with a sigh Grabbed my pencil and began to write. The sky is blue dotted with white The grass was green but turned brown over night. The flowers all droop out on my stoop Another summer's flown the coop. Then the winds began to blow Followed by white flakes of snow I closed my eyes and began to dream Of tomorrow's brand new painted scene,