Weary

I was cleaning out some books and stumbled upon some short poems I wrote in 2015. Here is one of them!Sacred

I am weary

Of being told not to be weary

Yet when I am at ease

I’m told to put my relaxation on freeze…

For there is much that calls my attention

So I am aware and go everywhere

Then I am told, as a friendly recommendation

To ease up a bit and take a vacation.

So I pack up for it only to be told

There are pressing matters here – put your plans on hold!

You can imagine how weary I get

When told not to be such

For when I take it light-heartedly,

It still seems to be too much!

~

A.S.

2015

 

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Unsortable

In the Shadows

“I, I have discovered, am an unsortable sort of man. If it is filing and sorting and finding order in the orderless that suits you, when you come upon me to file, I offer now my most sincere apologies.” (Tyler K. Gregson)

A.S.