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I'm not harried, J. You know me.
Am I one more backpack toting,
Suit-clad drone who sprints to work?
Do I put in ten-hour days, and hit the gym
On my way home? Do I volunteer
For things or spend my weekends
Caulking tubs or laying tile onto floors?
I don't. I don't do anything. I write
And read and watch the clouds.
In summers, I sit by the pool.
In winters, I sit by the fire. Surely,
You can see my life has room enough
For you.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-02-21 at 16:51

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