#15 A poem about deadlines.
"Isn't it about time...?"
"Don't you think you ought to consider...?"
"Wouldn't you be happier if...?"
But I defer, demur, deflect
Your good advice and bad
It's all the same to me
We're all gonna die someday
So I pretend with you
Pretend I care
About the direction my life is taking
Pretend to get serious
I play this game, I sit in your office
And wish for a cup of coffee.
April 16, 2008
© 2008 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2008-04-17 at 08:53
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"Isn't it about time...?"
"Don't you think you ought to consider...?"
"Wouldn't you be happier if...?"
But I defer, demur, deflect
Your good advice and bad
It's all the same to me
We're all gonna die someday
So I pretend with you
Pretend I care
About the direction my life is taking
Pretend to get serious
I play this game, I sit in your office
And wish for a cup of coffee.
April 16, 2008
© 2008 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 602 times
Written on 2008-04-17 at 08:53
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