Saturday, March 8, 2008

I write

Without writing in a bit
Its difficult for me to sit;
I have been bit
Don't think I am a misfit.

Arbit ramblings these are
Justifying thus, have come this far
Can't wait to go to the bar
Its not night, yet there's a star.

The week this gone
Has taken concern
Such is reality, so concession,
Life's not a percussion.