Patience Please

The road slips past beneath by night,
The thrum of rolling rubber lulls me,
The darkness calls my mind to slumber,
My eyes snap open, alert once more.

When shifts are done and home I go,
The boys' attentions grab my spirit,
Fed and dressed and off to school,
Only then can I fall and rest and snore.

When once more conciousness returns,
The boys return I must assure,
Time for play and fifty questions,
Then off I slip to grind the road.

Sometime between the road and zzz's,
In between a moment and the next,
I read my friends' new words on screen,
This place where all their ideas abode.

And now and then my own ideas,
Must find release from inside my mind,
With quick torrents rush they flow,
But far too often, unwritten, slip away.

To all, I have fallen far behind,
Your words I want to read, and yet,
I will, I will, the desire is in me,
But when? I know not hour or day.

I ask a boon of patient kindness,
And understanding of my plight,
Words to me are passions burning,
As a drowning man needs drink to nourish.

Cast me not adrift, I'll flounder,
Take not from me your wondrous words,
Allow me time to read and gather,
Your gifts, your words, allow thought to flourish.

Thank you all!