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2-21-05

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In a Minute...

I’ll be there in a minute,
I’ve had the ruffest day.
First there was that stupid cat,
Then the mailman got away.

I need to get some breakfast,
And fix my hair for youse,
But now before I do that stuff,
I’ve got to get my snoozzzzzzz.......

NicknamedBob . . . .May 17, 2004

I humbly submit this poem to your thread, ma'am. Thank you.

"In Time"
Written by Sarah P.
(aka 4mycountry)

My heart was so glad in an ignorant bliss,
To take up a pen, and product something - this:
A little sketch, to the best of my hand,
Though untidy and gray, it pleased me, and
I thought of my trade, the thing that I love;
Of boxes and pen-marks and paper, and of
How strong my desire it was to be great;
To be chosen and given the chance to create.

I looked to the sky and I asked God, "When?"
...And back came the answer, "In time."

Then I saw those above me, doing my trade,
better than me in every which way;
I tried so hard, but my efforts were dust,
Like metal dotted and streaked with rust.
Who was I, to contend with the greatest of men?
Who was I, who could not fully master a pen.
Not the way that they did it, so lovely and fair;
My small gray sketch could not even compare.
Surely, in their great souls burned the same
Undying, unceasing, ever-passionate flame.
My heart sank in sorrow; my eyes filled with tears.
Could I ever be great? Could I challenge my peers?

I looked to the sky and asked God, "When?"
...And back came the answer, "In time."

And I sat down one more, my heart on fire;
I sweated and fretted hour after hour,
Driving my pen to the edge of it's life,
to make something worthy and good and right;
And after I wiped the sweat from my eyes:
A sketch that pleased my heart, a surprise!
And It walks with the great men, at long, long last.
It is accepted; a former outcast.

I looked to the sky and asked God, "When?
I though I could not do these things with a pen."

...And back came the answer, "Twas time."