By Brian Ernest Brown
11 March 2001
Oh, how my good intentions
swirl around me throughout the day.
Like ghosts they seem to haunt me,
but they never fly away.
Those gossamer threads they lead me,
down a well worn path in life.
A path I've taken too often,
a course that’s wrought with strife.
Oh how they do collect,
Until I don’t know where to start.
And my strength they seem to bleed,
like leaches on my heart.
Too many things I mean to do,
Too many people I need to see,
It’s so very much to accomplish,
Maybe today, I’ll just leave them be!
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