I’m here on my own, by myself, all alone
A change to my usual routine.
I can do what I like for the next few hours
Don’t have to answer the phone.
What shall I do with these precious hours
Time that’s been given me free,
Take a walk, see a friend,
Or perhaps read a book,
Paint a picture or watch a good film.
The house seems so quiet, I’m not sure I like it,
And now it’s beginning to rain,
I should have gone out before writing these lines
And now I have left it too late;
The motto of this is to do what you can
While you can, and not waste your time.
For we’re not here for long
And time marches on
Back to routine tomorrow.
- Author: daisychain ( Offline)
- Published: October 10th, 2017 08:29
- Comment from author about the poem: Time; a precious gift, so often wasted.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A fine write daisy.
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