Just a Little Spare TimeA Poem by FuMikoWhen you really get into life, you seem to never have a time just to yourself. It's one thing to the next. I thought a poem about it would be nice.I fumble in my pocket for something, I know is not there. A little spare time is all I need, and I hate myself, For using the crumbs of it just last week. I could settle for some peace and quiet, but I took that for granted, Years ago.
Now, I turn out my pockets, and watch, As deadlines, Late fees, Stress, Worry, Noise, and Bustle, Fall and clatter, Against the cold cement of the side walk. I would've liked to leave them here, To weather through the rest of the day, If only to soften their sharp edges, but as I turned, Instinct took hold, And jerked hard, on my puppet-like strings.
I turned, and swept up my troubles, and stuffed them back, Into my pockets. I started off in search of, Just a little spare time.
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Added on June 19, 2008Last Updated on June 28, 2008 AuthorFuMikoHere, FLAboutI'd hardly call myself an artist, and even less so call me a "writer". I write, but my writings are not what make me, and I have a hard time saying that I make them. I write because, when I was yo.. more..Writing
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