Just a Poem or Two

Just a Poem or Two,
Is all I can do,
To write about me,
To write about you.
To keep me sane,
To keep me from being blue.
To keep writing something beautiful,
But something true.
And right on cue,
You'll make things anew,
Bringing light to the darkness that surrounds the few.
Like the little old lady who lived in a shoe,
You'll sit and wonder who,
Who, who, who,
Gave you the clue,
About what you already knew,
About Me,
And about You.
And you'll know what to do,
As you look out at the view,
And the morning forgets about the lawn drinking the dew.
Just a poem or two.
It's all you asked, and all I gave,
but you forget to keep what you save,
And I sit lost in my thoughts as I dig my own grave.