Poem: Wrapped In Worries

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Wrapped In Worries

by June Nash

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Woke up today

wrapped in you

Your problems, hurts

and pains too

I do not mind

truly don’t

But I can’t help

it’s not won’t

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You’re wrapped up in 

others too

Their needs, deeds, and 

want to dos

Time to think now

of yourself

Before you waste 

your good health

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It’s not the time 

that is spent

That makes me feel 

late on rent

It’s the worry 

I embrace

Watching the qualms

that you face

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You worry too

fret and cry

About those who 

never try

Those who let you 

be their crutch

They will leave you 

without much

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So I’ll lend to you

caring ears

Even share in

salty tears

I won’t take your 

worries though

Cannot let you 

steal my glow

Poem: Holey Sock

Holey Sock

by June Nash

I’ve a hole in my sock though no one can see

Let’s keep it a secret between you and me

My foot, it rubs against the side of my shoe

Causing a blister, I don’t know what to do

I have no more money to by a new pair

Nor have I more mended pairs which I can wear

Just leave me alone, let me be by myself

I’ll wait all alone for the good fairy elf

He’ll repair my poor sock, or bring me some new

Until he comes knocking I’ll sit here and stew

Poem: Seamstress

Seamstress

by June Nash

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Seamstress sits in chair

Other’s clothes repair

While dressed in old rags

Of good deeds she brags

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It tears at her heart

When they fall apart

Her family and friends

Their ailments must mend

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Takes thread from her soul

To make others whole

Creating a run

In own fabric spun

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Takes no time to darn

Repairing the harm

Stays a wee bit frayed

Her peace for theirs trade

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Until a mere rag

Across own rips sag

Seamstress sits in chair

Other’s woes repair

Poem: Ego Trap

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Ego Trap

 by June Nash

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Entering a job new

To get, told lies, a few

Wasn’t sure he could do

So faked it. S’nothing new

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Given training, that’s cool!

Learned ins and outs, at school

Ask no questions, ‘His rule!’

Gained respect, not thought fool.

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At times felt out of place

Hard to keep up this pace

Acting brash to save face

When up against hard case

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Dad came to him and said

Put your ego to bed

Can’t know all in your head

Just ask questions instead

but all will think me dumb

no more raises will come

my friends will call me scum

to this tune his nays strummed

Do not ask same question twice

But don’t stop asking advice

Ask until know each slice

Ignorance, not a vice

patience thin in those asked

they tire of queries tasked

say I have already basked

in their wisdom un-flasked

Perhaps their knowing’s tapped

Now making them feel trapped

Need tap another chap

Seems you’ve closed teacher’s gap

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He marched on with clear view

Questioning what was new

More he learned, less he knew

Yet knowledge ever grew

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Confidence in self grew

Free from mind trap he flew

Became most esteemed crew

Sharing knowledge he knew

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Showing his ignorance had

been scary, now not bad

Best lesson ever had

Was shown him by his dad

Poem: Off Sick

Off Sick

by June Nash

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is it that I’m really sick

sometimes these damn flus will stick

or basking in the excuse

flagrant use of time abuse

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spend days on a soft settee

writing, reading, watch tv

worst is over, on the mend

if not sick still, I’ll pretend

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life continues when I stop

when to duty I not hop

think I’ll spend a few more days

in this quiet slow paced haze

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I came down with the flu.  Started coming on Christmas day.    In so much pain, didn’t have to decide whether or not to post my poem.  Just didn’t post.

Now I am back, but taking it easy.  Enjoying the slow pace that comes after all holiday obligations are met.  Until I was on the mend, I didn’t realize what a guilty pleasure it was to sit around the house all day, not doing anything of importance.  

I wish all my readers a wonderful year filled with opportunities and the courage to take advantage of at least one.