Magpies and Disparate Anxious Thoughts
Woke up at four then with each passing train
Been waiting all weekend for Monday again
Saw two magpies but one of them was dead
Is that sorrow or joy for a superstitious head?
anxiety and worry is all about me
I’m all on my own yet surrounded by family
My age is now greater than my waist
So there’s less time to waste on a wrong mental place
Copyright © Stephen Quinlan | Year Posted 2012
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