Sunday, September 27, 2020

Perhaps

 The effort wasn't lacking, you see.

I tried all the lessons

and danced to all tunes,

But somehow or the other

Nothing ever clicked.


Instead I am stuck  

As a bell that won't chime

A buyer without dime

A machine without time

A line that won't rhyme

And only some dollops

Of malodorous slime.


Be that as it may.

 

Perhaps this is where I'll bloom.