Nothing More To Say... (poeTry)

by: a.paige

What to write today,
there's nothing much to say.
"Eyes on the prize," violet's mum berates...
as her daughter masticates.

What to do today,

there's nothing much at bay...

Don't ask me if he prays,

but to Neverland he escapes.

Wonka finds his first gray...

his life's work has no heir...

until he spots a Bucket,

who kept out of his hair.

An old lady without a mane

who has fully paid her way...

now waits there, not to pray;

she has nothing more to say.

A newborn without a name,

his future lies ahead...

Will he face it (take it)—will he pray?

or to Neverland, would he stay?

What to write today,

there's nothing more to say.

Not sure if you'll just pray... (sit there...)

but best be on my way...

Much to write today,

there's nothing more to say.

Not sure which way to take,

but best be on my way.

Much to do today,

there's nothing more to say.

Not sure which way you'll take,

you'll know as you go your way.