Broken Record
Everyday was like the same old song,
her life methodical all along,
feeling like a needle stuck in the groove,
she was too comfortable to get up and move,
Always dreaming of taking a few classes at college,
or get a different job somewhere else,
but the months and years would suddenly fly by,
and she'd put her dreams on hold on the shelf,
Her family would call and ask how everything was,
she'd exclaim the same I'm just a little bored,
oh how she wished she had the nerve to change,
instead of her life feeling and sounding like a broken record.
12-6-16
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2016
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