Tell me what,
should I do,
in my spare time.
I am usually focused -
never anxious.
It feels like I can't,
make anything go together...
I mean rhyme.
So what do I do,
when there is nothing to do?
I read every book.
I fixed everything,
and I tightened every screw.
I need to work.
I despise the couch.
Anxiety keeps,
making me a grouch.
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Author:
Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 11th, 2019 03:13
- Comment from author about the poem: This definately is not my best piece. That is probably the definition of this poem. Persistence is key
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It might not be your best piece but it's still pretty darn good. Something we can all associate with from time to time.
Thank you my friend. I really appreciate that comment. That in itself is a real up-lifter. Again, your comment means alot.
Persistence is key
I fuss sometimes if I have not written at least something every day. But not to worry - it matures, develops, etc. Then we may write 1, 2 or 3 poems even, on other days.
Thanks for sharing ZION ~ you raise an intersting point about time ! The Richest & the Poorest man on Earth gets the same time allocation every day ~ no more & no less and you cant BUY TIME ! Its what we do with those 24 hours each day that Counts ! As single Poeple not living @ HOME (Thank GOD for Mums & Dads !) ANGELA & I are masters of & responsible for our own DESTINIES ! We are both in mid-career so we have to work & study hard ! Im responsible for my own FLAT (UK) and Angela & Ruth responsible for theirs (NZ) it all takes time. To be an ACTIVE MEMBER of a Church takes time and any other Club or Society we belong too and Friends & Family all take time ! The bottom line for ANGELA & MYSELF is that if were honest in any DAY or WEEK recently ~ WE JUST DONT HAVE ANY SPARE TIME ~ AMEN ! Remember The DEVIL finds things for IDLE HANDS to DO !
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Love in the SPIRIT A & B 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Please check ANGELAS POEM Today
Dream A Little Dream of ME ! (MAMA CASS)
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