Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Poem a day Challenge - day 8

Routine

If I didn't do it everyday,

a pile of work got in the way

and played up differences

enough to sway the karma

an altogether different direction-

and people stop to flirt with me

or promise me more, or disagree

and take my shine all away

stalling progress for the day.

If summer rain would run and hide

and leave me all alone to cry

so the parched earth would soak

it up, how the world would that all look?

And I'd be stalled in all I do

to finally make it up to you.

The things we've missed

and things all broken

what's left, just a token.

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