Sowing

Sowing

Sowing

Harry tarry, is it scary?
To run, run, run ‘til the errand’s done
Move your mind instead…
That way, your body can’t go dead

Itsy bitsy, the clock is tipsy
It says that we are running out of time
So I’m using it now to make another rhyme
Then the soda I will sipsy (and no, my friends, it’s not Pepsi)

Fiddle a little, my fingers they write
Down on the page, like flying a kite
Up in the air as a gamble in life
One never knows the beauty in strife

Sing about a fling? Oh no, but almost
But something else intervened; think it was the holy ghost
He told me to drop all my wishes
And follow His lead through the river of fishes

Sunk, but not ker-plunk, I soon found my path
But first it was vague because of my wrath
I hated myself, or so that I thought
But acres of happiness soon did I wrought

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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