When I'M Not Writing

By now, see. You almost know me. A shy type little man; With pretty wife, as my avid fan. I’ve 1, 2, 3 syllable count, rhymed name; Thor, Nestor, or Ernesto; it’s the same. More than a decade, never been home; Before, I wandered by myself, and lived alone. Alas, I found my other missing half; Miraculously, I learned to share a laugh. Now I write, from summer to fall; Four magical seasons, I love them all. I love you...three words thou, yet, it’s for y’all; For relentlessly reading the pieces, of my soul--- Which, I offered to the Unseen; To protect me, from wallowing in sin. In return, he gave me a silver quill; So that I won’t be tempted to praise evil. Hey, if you don’t see me often, Worry not, I’ll send you a kiss from heaven. For I’m in the lord’s house, worshiping… Hope you can come…and see me sing. Oh yes, aside from working… That’s what I do, when I’m not writing. Wish, we’re together not just for today; But, till last days end; so, I pray.