“ Musings ” ~ that feed my mind ~

 

I might’ve been aware

There’d be a day,

When musings then

That feed the mind,

Could end,

Thus ne’er to reach

Its destiny,

And tho the thought

‘Twas meant be there

To foster the way,

A durable stay

Would be no longer,

Its journey gone astray…

Alas my musings

Of minor import

And meagre birth,

Or modest merit,

Some bent so odd

Did come to naught,

But thoughts they be,

And some of which

Destined to build,

Perhaps of worth

To spark ones will,

Would’ve so fashioned

A rare but noble thrust,

To achieve a notability,

Tho now an egress lost

Would fail to reach,

Such musings

That fed my mind!