How did I get here...

I could blame one person,

  but to be honest,

    the works were in process.

This was easy.

Write a few words,

  and wander away.

Then,

  someone reads them.

A few years later,

  yes,

    still here.

Not sure if my grammar has improved,

  and I still don't trust the spell check,

   but I manage to mumble along.

Might be time for a dirty limerick,

  or at least some Journey lyrics...

Author's Note

My apologies to Journey.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

tee hee. I love the author's note. I agree on the spell check. PITA.

[Jon Roggie]

You do realize I should be serious once in awhile? Still, "A singer in a smoky room, smell of wine and cheap perfume."

[Lyn Anderson]

do you ever collaborate? I am thinking we could. hmm, and how my mind wanders with those words ... a cat and a tortoise ...

[Jon Roggie]

My one attempt was not fair to the other poet. I pretty much dumped off a finished work, and said run with it. Hit me with some ideas if you want.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"oh, the wheel in the sky keeps on turning, don't know where i'll be tomorrow"

or where my writing will be...

but it is journey...and spell check be damned...it doesn't know what i meant to write---

we wander away from our words, others wander towards them.

j.

[Jon Roggie]

The problem is trying to explain them.
Thanks,
Jon.