Time For A Rhyme? Poem by Phil Soar

At Times
My Rhymes
Are nonsense

As I type the words flow endlessly
Without meaning

There are those who believe them all
Not understanding how my moods vary
And that controlling them is endless
A problem that cannot be overcome
Without a serious change in direction

So the roads I sometimes drift along
Have no end
But instead it's like a superhighway to the stars
And the moon
Where the trials of my life begin and end

So forgive these lapses dear reader
Indiscriminate lines of prose
Set me aside from those
Who have certain skills
And lessen my will to process the words


Normal service will resume as soon as possible
Probably after the new moon