I keep so busy
with nothing much of note
Living, eating, working, sleeping
never putting pen to paper
never pushing myself
to reach for anything
I keep so busy
not really loving anyone truly
Wishing, wanting, lying, scheming
never giving myself completely
never really drinking in
the wine of what could be
First her and now you
The sigh forever
Is all I ever do…
Whatever happened to childhood dreams
To singing, painting, writing, loving
never having to pay or earn anything
never having to deal
with the cost of living
Whatever happened to the careless caress
Laughing, drinking, rolling, talking
never being sure of the time or day
never touched by anything
beyond the bed
First her and now you
The sigh forever
Is all I ever do
Is this all
I can ever do?
[2011]
Thanks for reading.
how untrue… *shakingmyhead*
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😀 What do you mean?
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That “meh” of living at times comes through loud and clear in this piece. It can be so hard to push through but so worth it when we do.
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Ah thank you for sharing Susi, really appreciate it. Tx
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Forever indebted 🙏
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Always happy to read and share your writing and posts with followers, Tom! Hope you are having a great day! 😊✨✨👍
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