To look at me, you might say <br /> “Linear accountant type <br />No creativity, no way, ” <br />In spite of my sloth <br />My unorganized piles <br />My many hours <br />Swirled away reading <br />watching listening <br />Procrastinating <br />I am creating <br />Orchestrating <br />The symphony <br />Of my existence <br />Singing my survival <br />Play-writing my life <br />Screen-playing my dialogue <br />All on the cuff <br />Not complaining <br />It’s not all that rough <br />It’s rather a jolly hobby <br />It's more than enough. <br />More than a Sunday <br />It’s a month of them. <br />More than a sundae <br />It’s a banana split <br />With hot fudge dripping.<br /><br />Sheila Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/creativity/
