Nothing
Apropos of nothing, I have nothing to say,
Nothing comes to mind about this word today.
“What are you thinking?” He was asked, “Nothing.” He replied.
And thus invented zero. Nothing new for numbers is implied.
I’ve been collecting lots of it. It isn’t hard to find,
And if you take a portion no one ever seems to mind.
Somewhere inside in my pocket there is a good supply.
And sometimes when I shed a tear there’s nothing in my eye.
In my refridgerator, there’s even more to see,
Of dietary nothingness, in great variety.
I have low-calory, and zero carbohydrate,
And even empty bottles in a partly filled milk-crate.
The emptiness is rampant in the furnishings in here,
This small apartment seems so drab that nothing gives it cheer.
Nothing should convince you that I always wear a frown,
I wouldn’t want to let you think that nothing gets me down.
Nothing like a friendship to disrupt your daily thought,
And nothing of emotion comes to make you more distraught.
Nothing for companionship to while away the hours,
And nothing in the vase that I have set aside for flowers.
Nothing on the telly, and nothing here to read,
Nothing can distract me, so imagination’s freed.
Relaxing here this evening, and trying to unwind,
Just sitting here so quietly with nothing on my mind.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . August 27, 2004