Discipline

by Tracey Bailey

Fair to say, at this point

I have none.

1 dog, myself, 1 daughter and 2 sons.

A passion for writing.

That loiters in the background.

Time for which is rarely found.

No time to stop and pause within.

I find my patience running thin.

Make time they say.

Have some discipline I echo.

I'll have this written in a seco.

Rush here, rush there.

Maybe I'll get a wild hare.

The impulse to write never goes away.

It sits like a little neglected friend on my shoulder, that wants to hand me a bouquet.

Whether this verse makes sense or not, for now it's all I got.