MY BOOKS part II

HERE I SIT #1

Here I sit with pen in hand,

Dreaming of the Promised land.

Unfettered days of my design,

To do the work I claim as mine.

But then I wonder-as here I sit,

Will this be more of the same old shit?

Alas, for me, only time will tell,

As sure as this line rhymes with hell.

The days pass by with their silent dreams,

Ever faster, or so it seems.

Can I withstand so much unknown,

Till we reach our new Kentucky home?

12-01

HERE I SIT #2

Here I sit, pen still in hand,

Hoping for that promised land.

I knew it once, so long ago,

When lines and verses would come and go.

Where once the muses made their home,

My spirits sag as now they roam.

I left that place, or did it leave me?

So now I sit , to wait and see.

2003