Condition
(bref double)
The condition where
I find myself
It makes me
wonder how it came
It doesn’t meet
my any dreams
But choices I
made brought me here
Some happenings
I didn’t choose
And here I sit
upon a shelf
Not going
forward like I planned
If God would
only puppeteer
At times I feel
it’s someone else
To -dos become
my task master
Their tyranny
is often felt
I’m bumped along
by others’ schemes
Compared to
others I have wealth
And so I search
for better themes
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