|I sit here, somewhat dissatisfied after my attempt to try a new TV dinner.
Deciding that eating nothing would have been a better choice,
I become philosophical.
Inside I shrug and think 'Oh well'.
As I type these words
Arranged in a way that only I can arrange them,
It strikes me how you, a random reader,
Found your path flowing into mine.
I think of all the variables
That have brought you here
To 'listen' to me
On this warm Arizona night.
Perhaps you were reading a magazine
And then went to this book site
where you were intrigued by the title:
'The Eclectic Pen'. You had to investigate!
Too, you might have decided to look over these words,
Set down by me, and others,
As you consumed a ham and cheese,
Followed by an ice cold beer.
And just maybe
The rest of those in your house
Are just too noisy
And you are searching for a quiet place.
Whatever brought you here
Pull up a chair
And would you mind sharing that beer?