Wednesday, September 1, 2021



By John I. Blair 


Each day I make my plans,
Ensuring everything’s OK,
Confident my hours,
My minutes are secure.

I pray I have forgotten naught,
Looking for the power of thought
To guard against mistake,
Shield me from forgetfulness.

But just when I’ve grown smug
The moment comes
When I find myself alone
In a room I can’t remember
Why I entered.

©2021 John I. Blair, 8/25/2021

Click on author's byline for bio and list of other works published by Pencil Stubs Online.

No comments:

Post a Comment