A thoroughly busy day.

A thoroughly busy day.

Do I have the time?

Is it such a crime

To leave it today.

Is my ego so

Great as to believe

The world is actually

Waiting for what I might write?

Lying awake

All through the night,

In breathless anticipation

Of the next meditation.

And with each stroke

On this worn keyboard,

I actually make

A jot of difference,

Or touch the lives of those

Who pass my way.

It is odd, this feeling

That drives me on

Even when my day

Is full to bursting

And really I should

Have gone already,

But I will persist

Until you get the gist

And I hope today

I will be missed

If not a lot, then a tiny,

Weeny, little bit.

For those who follow

I am back tomorrow.