Some things we have no control over......
There is so much I could do
Write a song, play along
Catch up on household drudgery
Instead of aimless bludgery
Posture gone, a hapless slouch
Bottom melting into my couch
My mind a bubbling stew
There is so much to be
But still I sit, battling wit
Head full of other peoples woes
What goes on inside nobody knows
Always someone elses ears
But they do not know my fears
What's happening to me
There is so little time
My health I fight, so I write
Baffled in my chair I slump
Thinking of this foreign lump
Causing rife internal strife
Until it meets the surgeons knife
Worry is my crime
There is nothing can I do
Sit and wait, pontificate
For some white-coated anonymous man
To investigate my recent scan
And decided what will become of me
Nothing more to do than just be
And with hope, pull through
Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2009-03-11 at 06:03
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Internal Battle
There is so much I could do
Write a song, play along
Catch up on household drudgery
Instead of aimless bludgery
Posture gone, a hapless slouch
Bottom melting into my couch
My mind a bubbling stew
There is so much to be
But still I sit, battling wit
Head full of other peoples woes
What goes on inside nobody knows
Always someone elses ears
But they do not know my fears
What's happening to me
There is so little time
My health I fight, so I write
Baffled in my chair I slump
Thinking of this foreign lump
Causing rife internal strife
Until it meets the surgeons knife
Worry is my crime
There is nothing can I do
Sit and wait, pontificate
For some white-coated anonymous man
To investigate my recent scan
And decided what will become of me
Nothing more to do than just be
And with hope, pull through
Poetry by Purple Phoenix
Read 478 times
Written on 2009-03-11 at 06:03
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