The Poem By Rev. Bruce Pearson

I would like to make this poem rhyme, but as you can see I just don’t have time.
I would like to write so many words of wit, I don’t have the time I’ll just have to quit.
It makes me wonder what it is all about, it fills my mind with a load of doubt.
I wonder where this poem will go? I would tell you that I am sure, I really do not know.
I think I found another way, I will end this poem another day, the end.  More to come?