Thinking Thoughts…

Thoughts appear then go
Arrive then leave,
Furl themselves around the mind,
Then fall victim to a thief.

Enter by the one ear,
Depart by top of head,
Neither hat nor capping hand,
Can help retain what’s said.

But plant a worry up there,
Let the brow be furrowed,
That thought there is solid,
A veritable tree from acorn sowed.

No shaking of that idea,
No matter if you beg,
Good thoughts seem to float away,
But bad thoughts are made of lead.

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