This is a Poem, I wrote a long time ago, about what to write. Irony!
What to Write
My pen, pleading me to write,
My mind thinking over it,
About what can I write,
I am confused about it.
I am not glad now,
Neither sad I am,
But willing to write now,
On what... Not sure I am.
What can I write about,
Which should be useful enough,
My mind is thinking about,
But on nothing, I got enough.
O God, guide me through this path,
And get me out of this pain,
And show me the right path,
Which would let out men's pain.
Signing off, Randy Alstone!
Stay Alstoned!
Signing off, Randy Alstone!
Stay Alstoned!
