All Day Long
Hardest thing you may have to endure
Is find your life being a complete failure;
When you will want to finish a task
All you did was sit in sun and bask.
God from above sees you down below
As all of His impatience starts to grow,
While you were doing nothing at all
Not ever worrying about your downfall.
Anywhere important have never been;
Working hard you think is a capital sin
And prayed to God before going to bed;
He said you should write poetry instead.
Why in the world didn't I think of that;
Every time I sing my voice seems flat;
When they wanted me to join the choir
My contract with them already did expire.
So stayed home and wrote poetry all day long
And now won't have to sing a single song
On top, my lovely poems are now listed
And I just decided to join Poetry Revisited.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2013
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