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NunNewton: Word Day Plays: a poem

Sometimes i sit at my desk all day, wondering at what shall be the next word play.

I sometimes sit and write all the time, thinking what i shall type or say, if it is or isn't a crime.

I can be quite thoughtful or remote. I can be outspoken or easy to gloat.

Sometimes i even do it all too much, even if i think I've said more than ever such a touch.

On occasion i think up a thought. or a simple idea or an ideal retort, question or report.

I ask myself, "was it worth all of that, forgetting myself...being such a brat?"

I remind myself of this. Then i talk back to back.

I don't learn, i never have. Positive i can be with that for sure. Am i negative, well i am rather obscure.

Yet i age in my learning as time goes on. I sit mellow down after i've had one or two.

I think some more and relax into thought. I am simply just a rambling kind of man, with no afterthought. No plan. More boy than a man.


~finis~


Nun