My Fray

Here I sit, diving into some wits, my mind over, at this time Looking for some intellect to jot down Then, I came across these words in my mind. It is with the muse, that comes to take up, With my pen to these words, I do write With the memories of my past, I can seek They were good times, and bad times, passed. Though the journey hard Those times have I flown I have no more misery That need to hold out in my storms. Those times have defined I, And these words, as I write It's time to find an end to my fray, As I, last write.