On jobless days, he would get story ideas..
Like a sudden bolt of lightning,
That thought would appear out of nowhere
Sudden enthusiasm would emerge,
A joy on that new idea
And how all it would be shaped….
And so after thinking for about an hour,
Like a cow chewing cud,over and over,
He would finally sit in front of his computer,
And the clitter-clatter of keys would begin…
But for some apparent reason, he would think,
That others may not like that simple story of his,
Regardless of the fact that it was from his heart,
Regardless of the fact the he enjoyed thinking about it
And that he typed it with love……..
And so thinking, he would delete that document.
The story of yet another untold story………