William P. Harris Sr. Poet Rhyme

Clear my head

Tying to decide
Feelings I hide
I have a hard time here inside
These fellows are old
They are always cold
I try to keep myself calm
On my nerves they are not the balm
But they need help so I stay
Not complaining really
That would be silly
Just so much on me at this time
So I write a rhyme
To clear my head
Get lost instead
Rather be out there
But seems I care
So I stay
What a day
Do this do that
Can't find my hat
Hey let me be 
I work for free
So be nice
You will turn my heart to ice
Probably not
Sometimes patients start to rot
To keep up I have to trot
I have no reason to be here
Except I fear
They do need me
That I see
Be awhile before Iam free
Stuff I get myself into
No reason to be blue
Just need a moment
I miss my tent
I even pay rent
Funny
Do not want their money
Just want to go home
My forever roam
But it is what it is
This life is not bliss
Do what you can
Be a man
Till not needed around
Then off I will be bound
Never to be found

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Josefina Costales February 27, 2024 at 4:08 PM There's a lot of humorous twists in this poem. Enjoyed the journey of trying to clear your head through the people in your day by writing this poem, and the patience to put up with them. Then after doing all you can you want to disappear and not be found. I say don't - there will be another day to go through the circus..lol William P. Harris Sr. February 27, 2024 at 4:25 PM Thank you