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!