Is it always me who flounders at the first hurdle?
Who looks flummoxed by the prospect?
That you can’t put round pegs in square holes.
The problem appears insurmountable
Even though I know the solution
Given a bit of thought
Will be simplicity itself.
So I’ve learned to put the issue aside
Go do something else,
A cup of tea, a biscuit and a read for a bit.
Suddenly I get an idea, if I do this,
And then, twist a bit and turn that
I think I’ll have it in the bag,
Or at least resembling what it should be.
It’s a ritual I go through every time,
I enjoy the challenge, but I know,
There will be obstacles in one form or another
So I ask myself is it always me?