The Gift, Then the Complaint
The Gift, Then The Complaint
Gladly if only, I had nothing to say,
I could just murmur and walk far away
Instead I write to spend my new day
doing so with no acclaim and no pay!
This life can be so mysterious indeed
first you may refuse to stop or plead
Yet time brings its own eternal whip
a cut each little time you dare slip!
No great solace lasts more than a week
future may grant but tis' only a peek
A sight given to beg the mind to see
To climb the tallest mountain to plea!
Of course the world cries out to stop
toss away the fine broom and dirty mop
With much deeper sinister cry and hue
dire threats blast you right on cue!
Gladly if only, I had nothing to say,
I could just murmur and walk far away
Instead I write to spend my new day
doing so with no acclaim and no pay!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-15-2015
Note-- No serious complaining my friends. I write poetry because
it is in my blood. Acclaim and/or pay would just be icing on the cake
were they ever to appear. I expect only to be read and if thats all-fine by me.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
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