Some folks are Secure

Some folks are Secure, I hear, in their lack of understanding.
To be naive and have no goal or quest is frankly, less demanding.  

I've worked for most of life with very little plan or forethought.
I feel I've done all right, but stumbled to the place I've got.

It's almost like I went along and did what ever happened.
Then woke up this morning aboard a ship that I have Captained.

I know you can't plan every move and expect to end up where you head.
But a certain amount of  thought, I think, should clear the path you tread.

For now I'm quite content I guess to perform my trade with craft and agility.
But in the future I want to be remembered as one who crafted his ability.

Rickie

Rickie Tickie you're not Trickie
But when it comes to Blogging
I find you somewhat Pickie.

Mark and Dale
nor Lew and Gayle,
have never found my Trail.

I wonder how long it'll take til' you find out I decided to get back in here and Create Blog Poems til' my fingers Bleed.

By Jove I think I've Got it.

There we are my day is done,

We've Face Booked, Blogged

and searched the Web,

All three of them were fun.

I used to use this blog-spot site,

I'd blog til' I was tired,

I'd make a pot of coffee thick,

Then type til' I was wired.

My job, my life now is my sport,

no other hobby given time,

I plan to fish tho' soon I hope,

What kind of poetry is this you dope.

Now, Rickie is the slacker,

and, Cindy is the Hacker,

yes, Larry has no Lack here,

I end this Poem by cracker.