Guilty as Charged
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I'm guilty as charged, for I've been away,
Not away from my home, for that's where I stay.
But away from my friends in this literary zone,
I'm missing the place that I call second home.
It isn't my muse, for it waits in it's turn,
It isn't that now all the writers I shurn.
It's just that my job now takes all of my time.
And the rest of my interests just all wait in line.
If ever I find a few moments to spare,
It's precious for me and my family to share.
The only time I can grab time for my pen,
Is when they've gone to bed, I can write a bit then.
For each of my days always starts before seven,
To have a lie in would seem like I'm in heaven.
A workforce of dozens needs juggling most times,
For sickness needs cover, no time to write rhymes.
It's not long ago I had much less to do,
Then I had the time to share poetry with you.
To read all your work and to share every line.
But there's no holding back the cruel master called time.
So forgive me my absence and honest critique,
Just remember I'm always around as you speak.
You know me by now, so I hope you will find,
Sometimes my opinions will form in your mind.
For psychic connection is one of my trends,
That way I'm surounded by all of my friends.
When I'm really busy I'm not on my own,
But share all you kinship at work or at home.
There's no way I'm absent, it's just that I'm not there.
For thoughts travel freely around in the air.
So think of me often, like I think of you.
For this kind of friendship will always stay true.
As I'm always saying 'It's all in the mind.'
And a life full of fun is the thing you will find.
If only you sure that your friends always stay,
Around you when needed throughout every day.
Ivor G Davies
The moment created this second, is a moment that's going to last.
It lives the full spectrum of time, the future, the present and past.