Whirling and whirling
My mind goes around
Never really knowing
Just what will be found
So many thoughts
Go through it each day
Somedays I just don’t know
Just what to say
But when thoughts come to me
I write them down
So that many years from now
They will be found
I wonder just what
When people read them the’ll say
Maybe they’ll think
They should have put me away
Well, I won’t worry
Cause when they are found
I will be under, yes under the ground
By Ronald Gainsford
© 2000 Ronald Gainsford
BY RGAI
