I make the words &, in my time, I make most true.
Just how many people can say the same of you?
Some words do slip right past me, in my manic quest.
Still, most of my effort is spent to manifest.
Eyes cracked open by dawn & plans await doing.
Life gets in the way; but goals are worth pursuing.
One at a time, I sort my past & present vows.
Switching, fairly, back & forth; as daytime allows.
Rare thoughts of the future don’t stretch past tomorrow.
Make good where you can…or words become your sorrow.
L.B.Stowe 