I took a long walk to the park
While holding my book and pen in both hands
Upon arriving, I looked all around
And noticed a brown bench that looks extremely antique
I sat down quietly staring at a blank page
Just trying to form words together in my mind
So I could create a perfect first chapter
Ten minutes later
I still can't think of anything to write
Oh well!
Maybe I should give up completely
Or give it another try
Five minutes later, I'm fantasizing about
Being the best published author
Who sold a lot of books
Then it suddenly dawned on me
That I was not in reality
Now I'm back to square one
Staring at the same blank page
This time I'm getting different ideas
Therefore, I jot them down as they come to me
And I began to write constantly
Plus did not stop until my book was finished
How satisfied I felt that day
For I did not have to worry about anymore incomplete chapters.
I had to trade another jot,
I had to sell a tittle.
I had to cuz they told me that
I had to give a little.
I had to sit and wonder at
the setting of the sun,
what giving just a little costs
when all is said and done.
Have all the melodies been created
and all the original thoughts stated
Does God care? I think
Not… but if she does care… she
Doesn’t care a lot
I had to trade another jot
I had to sell a tittle
I had to cuz they told me that
I had to give a little
I had to sit and wonder at
The setting of the sun
What giving just a little costs
When all is said and done
...Jeff Bresee
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