Stories & Poems ~Poems


~Renaissance Man


Why does my mind attempt to do,

things it cannot do?

It thinks it has some bright ideas

but hasn't got a clue.

 

It chases after every rhyme,

like some unruly dog.

runs up and down, and round and round,

and ends up in a bog.

 

It runs into the wood of science,

and has a growl at maths,

it chews up all the formulas,

and ends up barking mad.

 

Why is my mind a hopeless cur

that never can be trained?

How did it come to find its way

to live inside my brain?

 

 

©Carl Ross










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