Fingers stuck in every pie,
A sticky mess, I don’t know why.
Got to be needed, have my say,
So stir, and add and quickly pray.
On to the next, must add my touch,
Never mind I’m doing too much.
I’ll forget something, I’m sure.
The salt, or sugar, forget to stir.
Or worst of all, if it all gets done,
I’ll forget to serve someone.
Going Beyond Belief 
this is fun read, well done.
perfect rhyming.
Thanks for reading my poetry. I’m headed to go read yours!
Great poem. Nicely put words. I sometimes feel just the same when i’m too busy and there’s so much to do.
yeah, people with their fingers stuck in every pie, don’t really have time to cultivate deep connections.
Yes, it is a fun read
Too many irons in the fire, my grandpa used to say. Nce one, Abby!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/10/09/three-in-dreams/
great texture on it,
Thanks for sharing.
Very fun!
This is so cute hope you do not forget to serve anyone this is adorable
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/10/the-bird-of-love/
Beautiful poem, a pleasure to be here 🙂
Short Poems
love the word rhymes,
smiles.