Good for This Soul of Mine
Good for This Soul of Mine As soon as I wash the dishes, and mop the floor, call the dentist, and answer the door, Then I will sit down and write a rhyme. I'll write a poem when I have the time. The phone keeps ringing. The dog has muddy feet. I'm hemming some pants for the kid down the street. When I get those other things done, THEN, I'll paint with my words. I'll write about dirty red socks, and spaghetti and grouchy old birds. But first I have to exercise. It's an important way to stay healthy. Then it's time to go to work. Helps pay the bills---won't make me wealthy. I'd much rather spend my time creating a poem or two. I want to write a limerick, a sonnet, a song lyric, or maybe some haiku. There are groceries to buy and birthday cakes to bake. Someone needs to pull some weeds and get busy with a rake. There's no money in writing verse. No riches in simile and hyberbole. Poetry editors pay for your words with four copies of their quarterly. Som...