A weeks vacation, just in time,
a chance to lose myself in rhyme,
collected words expressed; sublime.
It’s on my dime. It’s on my dime.
I read a bit to set the mood.
Repeated passages sound good;
a self-adjusting attitude.
My mental food; my mental food.
My muse excited, set to go,
a rant poetic starts to flow.
And where it ends, I do not know.
Enjoy the show. Enjoy the show.
I write because it’s what I do,
oft penned soul searches through and through,
the rhymes are many; my regrets are few,
I ask, would you? I ask, would you?
(C) Walter J Wojtanik