sitting at the table
writing on some paper
with an ink pen
thinking
nothing in particular
just thinking
as moment pass
moment by moment
gone are the hours
so is the wine in the glass
looking over at my reflection
as if I've seen a ghost
from the past
if my life is a party
I am the host
the only one suitable
to make a toast
on my behalf
your something else
I am the only one
who can speak for myself
I'm not doing so bad
I would indeed
write a good letter
of recommendation
though there was much
obligation
I chose my occupation
occupying my time
it's time well spent
on things I like to do
life only amounts too
what I do
been told, I
do too much
truth, be told
I do a lot