Harry Atkinson

Annual Fabrics

Reminder to self
Remember yourself

 

These frayed jeans    
In an unmade bed   
Surely it’s not 4pm already   
After this    
After that    
I have only just sat down 

 

Tomorrow i’m going to be a year older
Now I have frayed with these jeans
Perhaps next year
The bed will be made

Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    Time is the way life is, do not worry about it, as you get older you get wiser.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    'Perhaps next year
    The bed will be made'
    that's the dream: anchoring our nightmare
    of anxiety driven, lethargy...
    thanks for sharing, dear poet



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