It’s late and I’m sleepy
But writing must be done
So, I type a few odd phrases
Hoping that in one
There’s some nugget of truth
Some brief flash of wit
Something worth reading
Some value in it.
That somewhere in the act
Of pen to the page
Is a theme boldly tackled,
The words of a sage
But there’s nothing but this
Just plodding along
With a few decent rhymes,
Nothing that strong
Except there is one thing
To give this some dignity
In the act of writing
Is a little consistency
100 days of thoughts and reflections
100 days of sound imperfections
Of stories and poems
And the odd essay
A promise to myself
That I keep every day
And what do you know!
I found some insight,
One little gem
Before saying good-night!