Poem for the Day

I sat and weary wondered in this day of passing thoughts
Where have the moments faltered that I should forget this magic box
Not closed; open; like a tool chest and words a smith could place
Where have those passions gone that I would leave this chase

Full! Full is my schedule and well-crafted is my time
Pay the man, feed his children, is the thought that comes to mind
And when all is lost it’s likely that I’ll remember a simple face
Of a better time when I used to rhyme when simple came with grace