Revised Poem; Paying Bills Again

 

 

Paying Bills Again

 

Mail comes, putting me in funk.

Mostly pile of useless junk.

Buried, drowning, in it’s mass.

Want to toss all in the trash.

 

At desk, sitting, feeling trapped.

Energy wanes, gumption sapped.

But to plod at desk, I must,

By paying bills, I build trust

June Nash

 

This is a rewrite of a previously posted poem.  It has been changed drastically, cut down to it’s basics.

I feel this way every month, and it is bill paying time again.

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