Nodded Off

And off I nodded
When I still needed
Time to write
A great good sum
Of goodly words
Though some would quibble
That any of my words
Are good at all
Even the poetry
That angels themselves
Have admitted that
They made even God
Yes shed a tear

Yeah that's a lie
Or flippant bit of tale
I wish were true
It's what I do
I write some words
And make me something from 
Well nothing of course

Even when
I best write hard
And have no time
To do more than rhyme
Which is faster to write
Than the goodly prose
I hope but might excite
And cause some readers
To follow me more
Than they surely do now

But could there be
When it comes to poetry
That her there is
Even the faintest ring
Of faintly shone truth
To this that boast
As there are those whens
Where it comes so easily
It almost smacks of divinity

Aye that's a stretch
Why'd he help a such a wretch
With acts but done
And actions taken
That would be shameful indeed
If I gave them a name
So publicly
Not that this stage
Is like the Super Bowl sort
Because almost no one comes along
And I could say
A host of things
And never not once
But fear I'd get but lasted on

Only I prefer
To be but sparing with
My more outlandish bits
Of sadful truth
Or baldly told tales 

Off I nodded yes
But not so deeply so 
That I could not wake
With time enough
To find the flow again 
And ride a final save
Upon the shore
Where the goodly more
That I needed still
Bent to my will
And left me where I need to be

Yes it's good to be fast
Because it helps me past
The failings hard
That wait to trip me up

Charles Petrie

Date
08-31-19

Time 
23:23-23:40=17 Minutes

Word Count

316