I have so many poems in front of me
That may never see the light
Would I have wrote had I known
They'd be laid by the wayside

All with the best intentions
To bring them to fruition
But alas today's the day
Of more subtraction than addition

Sitting patiently in the docket
Awaiting on their turn
A turn that never seems to come
Another lesson to be learned

But still a hope in hand is held out
For the day my thoughts run dry
And I'll go back to where I left them
On the wayside of poetic life