I want to write a poem
To put my mind at ease
I’m not like Jeroboam
I’ve started keeping bees
I’m not a protozoam
I live now in the trees
I’m missing all the ho-hum
I want to come home please
At times I feel like Gollum
I want to be Samwise
I’ve lost my Rosey Cotton
My hive of cow brown eyes
I want to be a column
Of trust and not just tries
I’m praying for shalom
From our Father in the skies