Been a while since I've written a poem. A couple whole days - shocking, I know.
So - here's a closed rondeau titled "Myself"
My faith is weak, morals loose
My mind is scattered hither and yon
I've always been a silly goose
Between waking and my final yawn
My mind is scattered hither and yon
Distracted, disputed, dithered-away
Between waking and my final yawn
Each and every last mortal day
Distracted, disputed, dithered-away
My faith is weak, morals loose -
Each and every last mortal day
I've always been a silly goose.
