Take Me To Post Comment Form Impatience, good gracious
that would certainly be me.
A vision for twenty years
waiting to be freed.

I've figured and configured
for what seems to be too long
when in fact the days seen pass
aren't really as many- that are gone.

I'm human-so sue me!
Seems no one can improve me
'cept- myself that is
so it's come down to this.

I don't number my days
though my days are numbered.
I've got things to do
before His last clap of thunder.

So on a roll, I remain steadfast
An understatement for a brain unclasped.
For the thunder rolls, I hear it near
He'll be calling soon and I have no fear.

Roll on, roll on. Thunder roll on
as I write yet another- potter's song.
Simple but true I write for You
to give to other's from a heart that's true.

Teapotter