These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

When You Have Something to Say

You know you have a thing to say,
but sometimes words are rare.
The hope you need throughout the day,
reducing daily care.

The thing you think you're good at doing
may draw an unkind tongue,
but patience comes with faith ensuing
to wait in a song that's sung.

Simplistic thoughts seem light of weight
to those, who need a clue.
Yet, souls, who delve are never late,
though words be plain and few.

I'm rarely quite averse to verse.
Oft prose will test my mind.
Rhyming words are often terse,
and plainest prose is kind.

When will the world know what I'd say?
When will they get just me?
Must thoughts be formulaic play
that's bound and never free?

by Jay O'Toole
on November 23rd, 2019