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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