I bounced through the day,
from one thing to another,
and that is Friday.
Was interrupted,
by a small raiding party,
that tried to distract.
Help came in tea cups,
okay, true, twas coffee mugs
by regular drops.
The guitar watched on,
it’s strings silent and ready,
to play any tune.
I got some good news,
a good opportuniy.
but it’s far away.
