Crisis crunch
Not a blessed thing I can do
Master anger here in charge
Not letting anyone disregard
All this mess spread about.
Anger, frustration
Does abound
Method used is not the one
Must change my options
Find someone who knows
Quiet, elegant all
Those wonder times.
Spend it there
Make it like a nursery rhyme
Full of happiness all the time
All the time
Make it a blessed nursery rhyme.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Marginally focused
On what’s to be
Taking my time
Getting to my destiny.
Purging all bad
Making it destroyed
On this adventure
Where I’m employed.
As a curator, a mentor
Maybe a captain too
On a voyage I’ve begun
Right along with you.
Can’t say I’m in charge
But have my hand on the helm
And I’ll steer this vessel
Down the road that may not
Always be calm.
Hold my course steady
Turn and duck
On this my life’s road
Making sure I’m ready
For all it can hold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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