I don’t discount the grouch in each of us,
I’ll share the troubles I’ve got along with yours,
My lot has lost me kith and left me bust,
And scar my face and punch my gut with force,
I turned my inner eye to see my path,
And where it led was nowhere one should go,
I’ve tried to turn my way to miss that sad,
Result that leaves me naked on the road,
And something new (for me at least) arrived,
A helpful nudge from interested folk,
Suggesting something gives me extra tries,
Vocation rehabilitating work,
I’ve had one meet so far that gets me set,
I’ll duly chronicle what happens next.
The Finch and the Pea has posted a note,
About a Project Hieroglyph,
Which has big ideas that fictions connote,
The betterment of science from within.
I don’t know what to write,
Isn’t that the point of this?
Going on exposing this?
A scatter brained disease.
I come upon a word,
That makes me turn around a bit,
Before I can get back to sit,
The perfect word, “dis-ease.”
(And then I see the first line above:
Does the emphasis come on “don’t”?
Does the emphasis come on “know”?
And then I heave me a hefty sigh.
I’m becoming a better citizen,
Approaching my civic duties,
I’m making posts,
For other folks,
But I feel like a minuscule newbie.
Out in the sun,
It’s been two months,
Since it was done,
Made me forget,
A joy to me,
That sits above,
Lets me be well,
My post got through,
All thanks to you.
I found my ego up on the ceiling,
Though, I’m not sure how it got there,
I think it settled up there this morning,
When I opened up my blog-page,
I found myself lots of follows,
It’s done grown to ten and gaining,
I know for some this is nothing,
For me, it sets me to glowing.