by florence ondré
One hundred words, merely a few
Thoughts set down to read to you
What to write about, I muse
Worthy subjects yet to choose
Something funny, maybe dark
From the mind or the heart
Future forward, reminisce
Timely tale, dream or wish
Must make sense directions say
So, on this page, I wend my way
Through topic possibilities
Visiting before time flees
Merely momentary blink
None becoming pen point’s ink
One hundred words, so large a chore
Just one hundred. not one more
Now, I’m counting as I write
Gads! There is no end in sight!
Brain- diminished…..
100!! I’ve finished!
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