Come with me,
Take a ride.
Put your work
And fears aside.
Take my hand.
Hold on tight.
I will take you
On a flight
To the places
You want to go
Nowhere gets
The answer no.
What’s your passion?
What’s your love?
Take my hand
It’s in my glove.
Hold on tight
For you might fall.
I’ll pick you up
No job too small.
I’ll work with you
To find your dream.
Come with me
Join my team.
I will rhyme
You can sing.
Take the time
I’m offering.
©2020 CBialczak
“Go get the book! We need to go and we are driving right past the library. I’ll stop and you can run in and drop the book off.”
“I never even read the last book I borrowed.”
“What! Why not?”
“I was so busy this week. Boredom was not an issue. I actually would have liked the down time.”
“Okay, just grab your jacket and we’ll return the book anyhow. I don’t want to have to pay a late fee.”
“Fine with me. It didn’t seem like it was going to be that great of a book. And about that fee…the book is already a week late!”
“Great! I wonder how much the fee will be.”
“It’s only 25 cents a week.”
“Well, that’s a relief. I can send the quarter in with you when you drop the book off.”
Stine Writing 