The Mind Spin
My mind is always a spin.
The last time it was clear was I don’t know when.
That’s how long it has been.
The strain of life.
Even though I pretend I’m alright.
It can be a sorry sight.
All them bills.
All them accidental spills.
The dozens of appointments.
Rush and rush until my heart’s no longer content.
This world can be so heaven sent.
The stress could kill you to an extent.
Trying to go around with no car.
Doesn’t seem to get you very far.
No job or money to make due.
Having to ask people for a few.
Just so a woman can buy what she needs.
Racing life at dangerous speeds.
Yes, it goes on and on.
The list is so long.
My mind is always a spin.
Copyright © Jennifer Wallace | Year Posted 2008
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