When you Put Your Hand to the Plow

I looked around and gave a sigh,
there is a beam right in my eye.

Began to plow on soil black,
put my hand to, then looked back.

Considered fields of Lily flowers,
was back to worry within hours

Looked in the mirror at my face,
then turned away, forgotten grace.

What could I be thinking of
have I forgotten my first love?

©2013 p.johnson