Poeticizing, or On Being Maudlin.

Poeticizing, or On Being Maudlin.

Did you ever have your mind start trying to generate poetry? I know, I have a strange mind, so I have been told over the years. I find it strange, that from time to time, my mind will try to generate lines of poetry. Much of the time the poetry makes no sense and often doesn't even rhyme.


Give me a line,
but don't even whine.

Look into the sun,
 but don't even run.

Where is the love,
Of man for his gov?

Gone are the years of my life,
The happy, loving, growing, with my wife.


















Happy am I, when I gaze,
Upon my children and grandchildren,
Weave through life's amazing maze.

Ordinary lives they live,
Contributing to mankind's buzzing hive.

As you can see, much of the above makes no sense, but, oh well!

Blessings from the gahillbilly.


"(C) Copyright by Victor Winebrenner"