Each year my priorities seem scrambledby December I’m bringing them to mind.
This year my nagging mind presents me
with my biggest slack of year.
I’m a writer, I write, so write each day!If it’s crap I write, I’ll be satisfied with that
for I’ve been faithful to my love.
I’ll spot the sparkle from a gem here and there,
polish them, put them on display.
I’ll choose the ones that have the highest sheen,
then send those away. Not because I don’t want them,
don’t own them,
but because I want the world to see.