[carol m]

Sometimes, I find it quite demeaning
Churning out this light-weight dreaming (but)
It’s very fun, as kids these days
Say from ‘neath their purple haze.

They’ve no respect for grammar either
As they chat across the ether -
But now I find I’m just slip-streaming
It rhymes OK, but it’s lost deep meaning.

It’s plain to see I’m now addicted
Caught in verse that’s rather slight
No-one said, or half predicted
It could lead to such a plight.

I wonder if my talent lies
In writing birthday cards and such?
It would make the moments fly
But fear it wouldn’t pay too much..

Writing lyrics can be tiresome
Irksome even (in degree)
Other times, it leads to freedom-
Makes those inner Demons flee

Spirits rise and spirits fall
Keeping at it’s hard sometimes
Then that moment when it all,
Falls in place, and even rhymes!