Another blast from the past poem

Rub-a-dub-dub

Three men named “Bub”…. Yep, I got lots of nothing tonight! Posting an old poem pulled from a random journal pull off my shelf. From August 2006

Book Bound

I collect experiences on my bookshelf

Dusty and forgotten or neglected

Never read but purchased with great intentions

To excel, succeed, and move beyond

This moment’s notice

To unstick my slow footed soul

From “habitual quick sand”

I pick up a title that particularly

Taunts my sensibilities

Looking over the title page

I find the chapter I most need

Tossing aside an hour I indulge

Playing into advice that

Formulates a new plan of sincere action

I write my list,

Stick it to my fridge

Amongst a sea of witnesses

Favorite photos of my far away family and friends

Tomorrow I shall write them about the plan

That will be forgotten by week’s end

When the book is misplaced or re-shelved

As the action plan is in my way

Of today’s work that has to get done

The books look great to those visitors

Who don’t know me

And have time to kill

They peruse my office

With the many volumes from yesteryear