Spunk!

A Poem in 12 lines

Ever feel like you’ve lost your spunk?

That everything in life has turned to junk?

Then like a phoenix you rise to a fresh new day,

Wondering what was the source of your dismay?

We are told we have choices,

and we can choose to be happy,

Which is all well and good,

 yet a little bit sappy!

A choice made must be kept in motion,

If not it’s just a throwaway notion,

And your spunk is as a rudderless craft,

Adrift upon a choppy ocean.

.   .   .

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Spunk without determination is like a roman candle. It makes a lot of light for a while, but then it's darker than ever.