Some evenings when my work is nearly done
(It never really is, quite), I get up,
And have a little something cooked for one,
And make a bit of tea -- a single cup;
Another day has passed. I used the phone,
And answered lots of emails, did some stuff,
Took notes, and spent the better part alone,
And wondered if it all was good enough.
From time to time the question shows its face.
I don't mean good enough for work. I mean,
For something I can't adequately place;
For something still to come, and still unseen.
I'm rambling. But the notion is recurring.
It's time to go to bed. But something's stirring.
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You're on a path, that's good enough.
You're Getting Ready ( it goes on forever ).
The main thing here is where you share,
and have no fear that one of us won't let you know
when you stray too far afield.
Or if you miss a rhyme, even.
tril, let's do have that tea.
froggy, me too. I'll keep you posted.
Kim, it is a bit of a meandering path, isn't it. (wouldn't it?)
Pilgrim, just trying to get my sense of direction, I think.
anna1, so far it's still a mystery.
scupper, that deserves a PM. Too cryptic.
sweetfeet, don't be amazed. Accent on the first syllable, no accent on the second. It drops right into the line. I love English.
Thanks all. Hope you enjoy the next one.
'night.