The Fuddle
My mind is befuddled,
No two ideas coincide.
Can't seem to move past,
The muddle inside.
Assorted things I want to do.
Can't seem to plan,
Just what to do!
Made list,
Copied them twice.
This does not suffice!
My calendars full,
The time is my fool.
That is the tool!
Take the time to move my mind,
Un fuddle the muddle.
To move on past,
The time I have wasted.
That I wanted to make last!
Copyright © Kim Stone | Year Posted 2024
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