Category: Just for the moment

Numbers are funny,
Why was little six afraid?
Because seven, eight, nine!

One thing is for sure,
They don’t tell ’em like they did,
That’s before TV.

I feel exhausted,
And it is still just Monday,
Five days makes one weak.

Such a lovely day,
The sun streamed through the window,
In floods of bright light.

There’s things on my mind,
People talking, get them out,
They all talk rubbish.

I’m looking for change,
Not pennies but a life change,
To be a writer.

Autumn’s nearly here,
And you can feel it in the air,
The trees feel it too.

Music’s a pleasure,
That I really can enjoy,
To listen or play.

I’m feeling lucky,
The way it’s gone this evening,
Best leave it alone.

Baby is sleeping,
I sit dying for a pee,
A catch twenty two.

I can do something,
If sleeping, I can do stuff,
Like haiku writing.

Awake there’s no rest,
Though she is the very best,
Little girl I know.

Some risks and hazards,
Then interfacing meetings,
Then I checked my phone.

Looking for a job,
Somewhere far away for sure,
Warm with a cool breeze.

Counting up the cost,
Of all that carelessly loss,
Not returnable!

The ground beneath me,
Holds me firm and lets me stand,
Ev’ry single day.

Liking ninth of ninth,
It has a charming ring too,
And that satisfies!

The tickitty tock,
Of the restless, racing clock,
So still on the wall.

Meetings to cancel,
Creating time, for more work,
Yes, for much more work.

Trapped in my office,
Held captive by the workload,
And endless meetings.

But life must have more,
In it’s hidden lifetime store,
Is it meant for now?

I dig down deeper,
Hoping to find something there,
Then I hit bottom.

I’m whirling around,
And lost to the spinning ground,
Though I’m still standing.

It’s all just a blur,
Had it’s moment to occur,
Now, it’s fuzzy past.

Picking up pieces,
That have fallen to the ground,
And arranging them.

Sunday is just fine,
But dreading the week ahead,
So stressful and hard.

Time is running on,
I can’t catch it, nor can you,
What then will we do?

Please do not gamble,
They say it’s a wasteful sin,
That you cannot win.

The sun felt so warm,
This morning when I felt it,
Warm my cold body.

Just to let you know,
Autumn’s stumbling, nearly here,
But summer holds on.

My direction sense,
Tells me I’m going southwards,
In truth it’s just down.