Cranky

That stupid, useless hanging clock
Rings out the quarter hours, like
Somebody's nagging wife. I'm
Stuck here, hurt. It's hard to move,
It's hot outside. I'd love to swim,
But I can't kick, so here I stay,
Unhappy and uncomfortable
In an old wing-back chair.
There's no one near to humor
Me. My wife's at work. My kids
Are gone. My love has flown off
For the week, and I have nothing
Left to write. Oh, hear! The nag
Has rung again to mock my
Wretched life.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-09-03 at 18:42

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