Busy
Some days are busy, while others are not.
Still, you must deal with whatever you’ve got.
Even with planning, you never can tell
When life will get hectic, at least for a spell.
It’s great to exist between boredom and crazed,
But when that occurs, I am slightly amazed
For either the hours stretch out without end
Or I’m rushing, with poems rather hastily penned.
Somehow neither one lasts very long and I find
That the busy-ness isn’t a state that I mind
Since at least I’m engaging that part of my brain
That allows me to function, but lets me complain!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2025
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