Another day (ruined),
as my grandpa always said.
Funny how there’s truth in that,
when life flows from work to bed.
Another day doing the same thing
both comforting and frightening.
Life needs to be exciting,
or else we become alone and boring.
Another day wanting to do so many
what if the whole point
is just to be friendly,
to enjoy life when it pets you gently?
So another day (ruined)
is also a reminder,
to make your life kinder,
to feel what’s grinder,
and release what you shouldn’t blinder.
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Author:
Sophenia (
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- Comment from author about the poem: What do you like about the ordinary? Or what do you need to let go of?
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Comments1
Routine is valued by most or it wouldn't be routine. Everyone likes consistency and hates change or at least in moderation. A great poem
Exactly! Thanks a lot for your comment!
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