LOST
Lost in the deepest caverns of my mind
Are myriads of ideas I need to seek and find,
Ideas for stories, poems and novels as well,
So one paper and computer they may dwell.
At night when I find it quite hard to sleep,
Sometimes these ideas out will start to peep,
Once forward in the active part of my brain,
Those ideas will start to creep forward again.
I wonder if my life will be extended long enough
For to extract from me all that hidden stuff
That is stacked so high and hard for me to ever find,
Or will it go in death and beyond this over active mind?
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 5 September 2004