Colin F. Jones

QUESTIONS

Well Summer is with us and it is very hot,
I am trying to cope, but my back aches a lot,
And yes my dear Karen is always so ill,
With unceasing pain and no miraculous pill.
We are still trying to take, our camper and go,
On a trip, to see, our Grand-kid’s you know.
But it seems like a river, time is flowing by,
Faster than a sparrow flies through the sky,
More often than not our plans seem to change,
That instead of green pastures, it’s home on the range.
Hells-bells I have written just about all that I am able,
To confuse and abuse, provoke and disable.
That now I am groping for words that cometh too late,
To fashion a key for the bright golden gate.