And With That Dear Reader Poem by Shaun Cronick
And With That Dear Reader
God I am so tired,
My thoughts in disarray.
But not too muddled,
For my poetry to obey.
I should really sleep,
Simply go to bed.
Quite a demanding day,
My feet like lead.
What to write about,
A message to convey.
Ah! Eureka! An idea,
I write without delay.
Slowly but surely,
My thoughts expand.
From little acorns,
Bigger than planned.
My magnum opus,
Has reached its end.
Then I read back,
On what I've penned.
Hey! It's not bad,
Quite a good write.
And with that dear reader,
I'll say goodnight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 1:41:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What a lovely write, Shaun. We could really feel how tired you are and yet your mind is not willing to give up without penning your magnum opus. There are days that this poem resonates with me. Beautifully penned.Straight from the heart.
I'm never too tired to reply and thank a word-class poetess as your good self Rose Marie. So, I thank you for your generous comment. On quiet days my thoughst/ideas just flow, but, when hectic at the museum I'm too focused/honed on my job and wonderful people who are the world to me. C'est la vie. Thanks again and I'm glad you enjoyed it. Take care.