by robert mccolley17 Apr 2014
My little desk top stares at me,
Glaring with it’s dare,
I dare it claims in quiet respite,
Show me how, take me there.
Claiming thoughts of inspiration,
Gleams of ideas unaware,
Who me just this common man,
With a mind of so much to share.
Perhaps some day I’ll know thyself,
And stop this all together,
But for now my desk top does agree,
I change like Florida weather.
- RAmccolley (c) 2013