Sunday, September 14, 2014

poem #44



This morning came too early
still good for me the same
I had to look this in the eye
stop giving out the blame

the clothes went in the washer
the toilet got a scrub
the dishes were so dirty
the house needed some love

forever on the paper
i found my weakness shy
bold in it's excuse to leave
slow to give a reason why

the wind takes it away
it doesn't care if you fall
no matter what you do
ultimately time consumes us all

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