I gaze upon my pen,
And watch it as it wanders.
It vacillates from silence
To pontificating ponders.
There are days it lacks ignition
And meanders off in mumbles.
Its logic breaks or gets the shakes
With intellectual fumbles.
Yet some days hit a peak.
A lucid cogent shine.
Such wisdom, couth
And timeless truth,
These ones I claim as mine.
© Copyright Philip Barton, February 22nd, 2026,All rights reserved
