Dog Eared is My Notebook

Dog eared is this notebook of mine,

And I’m not even halfway through;

Scribbles and crosses on every line,

Ever so untidy it is true.

Most unorganized at a glance,

‘Pon pages where pen and paper meet;

These letters of mine left to chance,

Seem to cringe across each new sheet.

Hesitant or abandoned most,

But in my note book they’ve remained;

Never to the trash I’m here to boast,

These words of mine – I’m unashamed.

And though dog eared is my notebook

With well worn thumbing and erasing,

It’s to each blank sheet I look

And for some bone, I keep chasing.

Dog eared, dog tired or doggie doo,

In the letters of my notebook lined,

Within this mess I’m looking through,

This old dog sees a cluttered mind.