I thought that I might write a poem today

On sentimental thoughts within my brain.

I never quite know what they’re going to say.

But I’m always assured there will be pain.

When thoughts are overflowing like a pot

That’s being unattended by yourself.

Then I examine all that I have got.

And keep devoted mem’ries on my shelf.

For all of Earth is my Shakespear’n stage

And my Ophilia’s the game of life.

I fear that she might respond with such rage.

My carefree world’s suddenly full of strife.

If she returns my notes, I’ll say ‘Adieu.’

Some people aren’t meant for this world, it\’s true.