Just That Archaic Poet Poet Rhyme

Plan B

When ev'ry soul should be in bed,
I am wide awake!
And what worried thoughts race through my head
Were made by my mistakes
Makes me question Truths I've read
Just while my stomach aches
But send me in, I'll try again-
To mend what Sorrow breaks!

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Karen Anglesey September 6, 2013 at 5:51 PM Plan A apparently doesn't work and now you're stuck going round and round in Plan B. Sorrow, mistakes, stomach aches... you're going to get an ulcer ... Well done :) Just That Archaic Poet September 8, 2013 at 10:42 AM Plan A has rarely panned out for me, primarily because it's usually the more difficult solution, and I am an evader and procrastinator and just plain lazy most of the time lol My life has revolved around Plans B through Z. Thanks for the review, Karen :)

Sara Kendrick September 6, 2013 at 8:06 AM Mending broken fences is not easy sometimes and there is always a weak place and evidence of the break in the lines of the repair..Enjoyed reading your very expressive and creative work..Sara Just That Archaic Poet September 8, 2013 at 10:37 AM Many thanks for the read and reply, Sara; I appreciate your kind words :)