Quick Rhyme On A Frustrating Day

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.

~21 March 2006~






