Sunday, March 29

Poetic Ranting

So much to do
So little time
Food to chew
Make a dime

There are bills to pay
Mouths to feed
Things to say
And a time to leave

Did I forget the light?
Did I forget the lock?
Will I be home before night?
The clock goes tick tock.

What’s for dinner?
Why must you leave?
A constant bread winner
And their constant need.

The house a mess
Milk is gone
A spelling test
Tomorrow dawn

Typing my story
In the peace of night
Details are gory
Secrets in sight

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