Some days are just too full of living.
To leave me time for thoughtful giving.
I pace back and forth across the room.
“What to give, and give to whom?”
It’s late and I’m low on inspiration.
My anxiety turns to exasperation.
I grab a frying pan I don’t use any more
And I drive it over to the Goodwill store.
When I hand over the old frying pan,
I get a funny crack from the Goodwill man.
In future, I have to watch my time.
Sorry for this silly frying pan rhyme!