Quick Rhyme On A Frustrating Day

extreme close-up on the keys of an old typewriter


I am wasting my time

Even writing this rhyme.

I feel horribly low,

All because I know

I am badly misused

By others abused.

Not people, but actions

That call for reactions

Are eating my time.

Stop writing this rhyme!

There’s work and there’s study,

There’s homework and labour,

And I never seem ready

My work to endeavour.

My life’s spent on duties

And freedom, it seems,

Is a relative thing

Wasted on dreams.


Veronica Badea logo/signature in black

~21 March 2006~

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