Oh! I am a fickle mistress.
I can not stay long with one thought.
Always another creeps in
to embrace and woo me.
I flit from one thought to the next.
Loving them all for the moment.
But alas! Not for long.
Soon a new thought comes slipping in
to bed my mind,
snuggle awhile before it is nudged
out into fading memory.
Oh! To live faithful,
at least to the present thought.
Alive and awake and fully in it.