I am just starting to write poetry again, and I am posting this first new completed poem in...um...I think the technical term is forever. Posting a poem, of course, offers you, the reader, the opportunity to make fun of me. Enjoy. If that's the right word.
Another Day
Of course the alarm clock fails,
and I have to get up in a hurry.
Just another day gone off the rails:
I'm still tired, sore, a little blurry.
Of course the shower turns cold.
What doesn't turn cold? I get out
with a shiver, feeling old.
I am so angry I want to shout
but there's no one here to hear it.
I can't stand living with someone else,
better I were a hermit.
But then, I can't stand living with myself.
Of course the skies are gray.
Of course the days grow short.
Of course time flies by like a bird of prey.
Of course unhappiness becomes a sport.
I think hard on what to do, or even what I want.
Things coming easily isn't in the rules of play.
Life is not a buffet, nor even a restaurant.
Not choosing, I waste my time. I waste away.
8:39:15 PM
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