QUESTIONS!

I'd like to know my proper slot,
Which in this world I know I'm not
Perhaps it's me -can't get the plot,
and only know what I am not.
Most are in another lot,
A lot that I was not begot.
If life is one big melting pot,
That too ,I am not much besot.
Slots --there must be quite a lot
When I find mine in there I'll trot.

Why, cathidaw I believe you've got
Lines of rhymes; You need to jot.
Sketches from your mind; A lot!
Pen in hand? Keys! ; Press the spot!
Dream away; Sail your yacht
Within your heart the words you'll spot,
Note them now lest you say "I forgot".
Essential oil, like the Bergamot
Keeps the wheels of life oiled; Does it not?
Like a babe that sleeps in a cosy cot;
Words can be warm, but become too hot,
Temper the heat with wisdom you've got
Seasoned, as it were; Believe it..... or not.

Well done Shizara- thanks a lot
Your wise old words with pen I'll jot
And my mind will keep them hot.



(I now must try the bergamot)