Snore

The daily inventory I will take,

is often for my sake.

I just go slow, so I will know,

what is mine and must go.

I slowly wake and often quake,

my checklist skates until my stake,

I choose to do, I choose to take,

I will be, I will bake.

I cook my thoughts, I sort my rots,

make sure I 'm fresh,

with daily trots.

Importance lies in all my lots.

My mind, my store, won't make 

you snore.

A steady stock; Holds my door.

K.A.P.

5/17/2009