A Day In The Strife


The alarm clock tolls
earlier than I need

Out of bed I roll
with all my aches
and creaky joints
that scream out middle age

I feel old

Thread bare and worn

Way too much time spent
on self induced detours
that took me
to my home here in nonessential

Not enough minutes left
for a course alteration
to offset the accumulation
of time wasting trips

Missing out on all the things
I should have done
and could have been
when I was young
and full of potential

The die is cast
in the sins of the past
saddled down
with all these
useless regrets

looking-back

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I am my own best friend because I do so enjoy my company

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