These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Helping Bilbo Out the Door

It seems to be we ne'er can win,
while hiding in a room.
Resolve may seem too oft quite thin,
while quivering in that tomb.

This hobbit-heart likes no conflict.
He shuts the phone quite off
when someone could debate or pick
apart his latest coif.

Obsequious is my first name
from childhood through to now.
If anyone would take the blame,
'twas me in servile bow.

O, Bilbo, no adventures bless
the living of thy days?
It cannot be a worser mess
outside thy room-ed bays.

But snoring up the courage need
to work outside the home
Might make emotions chafe and bleed
when forced to this far roam.

"All peopled out," we then do haste
to coffee shop abode,
that Blond Café might soothe the taste,
restore us to the road.

Make haste, Dear Bilbo, find thy nook,
and weave thy threads apace.
Crochet a piece or read a book,
and gather up some grace.

Tomorrow morn 'twill need it then
when going off to do
thy needed tasks 'mid kith and kin,
until thy strength is through.

Each day return by lumbering gait
to home, and hearth, and rest.
The ramen noodles on thy plate
with cup o' tea be blest.

By out and in, and out and in
thy week doth finally end.
The two days giv'n thy soul should mend,
that strength from God be giv'n.

by Jay O’Toole
on February 26th, 2024