Unfinished projects abound.
Each day showing me they’re around,
They shift and fall and fret,
Hoping my attention to get.
Some buried beneath a paper stack,
Just lie in wait for what they lack.
Others in plain site collect
Dust, as each day them I neglect.
Sadly they all sit, waiting for the day,
For me to have time to bring life their way.
Rhyme
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 