Transitioning
My life now is like a ball
Not the formal dance and all
But like one of tangled yarn
One used to crochet or darn
I hate to whine and cavil
But it’s hard to unravel
I cannot find either end
Or from which side to contend
I don’t know where to begin
I start, stop and start again
My life seems so ajumble
I just scramble and fumble
I have many things to do
What’s important, have no clue
When that’s found, I’ve no desire
The must-dos put out my fire
But one thing I know today
Whether I work, nap or play
Whether tasks bore or excite
A poem, I can always write
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