As I sat down to write this poem
Of my life and its goings on
I couldn't figure out what to say
So I decided to save it for another day

Then I thought why not tackle love
But hasn't love been written of enough
So it went by the wayside like my life
Coming back to it another time

I then set my sights on comedy
Which is always fun to write for me
I gave it my best serious attempt
But didn't care for the way that went

Should I turn to writing sadness and pain
Cause life's not always fun and games
But with that's there's nothing much to gain
Plus it's not really my forte

How about something more profound
That's when I stood and looked around
But couldn't find a single thing
So that thought is also now history

I guess I'll just have to wait
To write one of these poems another day
And settle for the here and now
With what it is above I've written down