I sit here, somewhat dissatisfied after my attempt to try a new TV dinner. Deciding that eating nothing would have been a better choice, I become philosophical. Inside I shrug and think 'Oh well'. As I type these words Arranged in a way that only I can arrange them, It strikes me how you, a random reader, Found your path flowing into mine. I think of all the variables That have brought you here To 'listen' to me On this warm Arizona night. Perhaps you were reading a magazine And then went to this book site where you were intrigued by the title: 'The Eclectic Pen'. You had to investigate! Too, you might have decided to look over these words, Set down by me, and others, As you consumed a ham and cheese, Followed by an ice cold beer. And just maybe The rest of those in your house Are just too noisy And you are searching for a quiet place. Whatever brought you here It's appreciated. Pull up a chair And would you mind sharing that beer? |