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So Late So Soon
Dr. Seuss: “How did it get to be so late so soon?” I sat down to write, but no thoughts would come. Still thinking and thinking, I said, “This is dumb!” One look at the clock, and what did I see? I’d started at one and now it was three! The page of my tablet showed white like the snow. Where, my friends, where did the precious time go? I got myself up and decided to clean, but people kept calling - You know what I mean? My sister, my mother, then old Uncle Fred. I couldn’t believe it. I thought he was dead! I glanced at the clock. It was already five. The only GOOD thing: Uncle Fred is alive! I needed to go to the gym and the store, but I just couldn’t get myself out the door. The gym I postponed. So what else is new? I just had too much of housework to do. Outside was still day light. I thought I’d get done By seven at least when still I’d see sun! But once I got started, I just couldn’t stop. I vacuumed and scrubbed, then danced with a mop! I looked out the window. The sky had grown black. Saner folks now would be hitting the sack! Propped up on a pillow I sat down again, this time on my bed with that old shoulder pain. My poem wrote itself by the light of the moon. So how did it get to be so late so soon? For Brenda Chiri-Carroll's Funny How Fast Time Flies Poetry Contest Note: There is no Uncle Fred!! Just some poetic license!
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