Sunday, May 20, 2012

Poetic Bloomins Enough--Fed Up

That’s Life 

I’m fed up.
I’ve had enough.
Who’d ever think
life would be so tough? 

If I have money,
I have no time.
There seems to be
no reason or rhyme. 

Floating down the stream,
headed for the falls.
the stream never stalls.

It’s a weird set up—
peculiar, odd.
What can I do,
but turn to God ?

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