Poem: About Changing Routine

Self Portrait
Digital Self Portrait, using SketchBookExpress

Change Days

Sit and ponder this night,

Seems like something’s not right.

Day disappears, too short.

Must, many plans, abort.

 –

After tackling deeds must,

Barely breaking through crust,

Feel exhausted, lost drive.

At last to couch arrive.

 –

Must make changes, add wants,

To liven up rote jaunts.

Same old routines, must thwart.

Dream fulfillment shall court.

June Nash

Sometimes I feel like there are not enough hours in the day to accomplish everything.  Seems like all I do is work.  Something has to change.

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