Oh, Poor Me

It's raining again. Imagine that. It's been
The god-damned rainiest spring I ever have
Seen, even in the northwest, and I'm stuck
Inside, having lost the knack for shrugging
Off rain, as one must when up there.
I hesitate to ride my bike. I cannot use
The swimming pool. This day off's turning
Out to be no better than one spent at work.
I'll read, I guess, and take a nap. I will,
For lack of motivation, still avoid addressing
Tasks which should be done. I'm free
Of hardship. Still, I'll mope because
I'm sick of rain.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-06-03 at 15:00

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