Sometimes... [I Like Writing Poetry]

Sometimes I talk of wonders,
And then I think of my blunders;
I think of the stars and the moon,
And contemplation often makes me swoon,
The greatness of God above us reigns,
Down here existence has its pains;
My poem becomes more a prayer,
I look out and there comes that stare,
When you're saying the Our Father in the Rosary,
You become some kind of pleading composer-y
And your rhyming changes it's tone,
Talking to God you don't need a phone!