About Something and Nothing

Post 120:

With nothing, adrift in rolling slumber

There could be a whisper that breaks the fog

With nothing, amidst the endless blunders

It could be a slight that salves it all

Then something, but what’s the tumults cause

A vile thing to bring to bear

Then something, and after moment’s pause

It’s heart that is firm and courage we wear

Poetry. Try it. It’s a great way to embarrass yourself. Don’t let anyone tell you rhyming isn’t cool. See you after.