An uneasiness settles in crowding out my sensibility
Foolish boomer; your purpose is vague;
Your mind scattered
Never completing; always beginning,
Making lists for Comfort; never adhering.
From whence thou cometh, Procrastinator?
Find your focus -
Sit. Stay. Roll over.
Play dead...
Thursday - not ready for the weekend.
Backing out gracefully.
Sorry. Nobody home!
**
"Come to me all who are heavy burdened..."
The Son came out.
1 comment:
What a beautiful poem Glynis. And congratulations on winning Janice Dick's book on God With Us: Finding Joy, which caused me to visit here and discover such treasure.
God bless you and give you much Son-Shine to brighten your day tomorrow.
With love,
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