Beyond control

Ecclesiastes 3:6 

A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;

 

 

Clean my desk ... attack the mess

It does not long to transform

Line it out ... daily route

It seems inspiration is now gone

 

Sitting down grabbing my pen

What will flow out it today?

No way to formulate plans

Innocence had to pay

 

Inspiration long-gone

Just lack of organization

Here by self all alone

A product of frustration

 

Give me life or liberty

Grasping for what’s not there

A life build on simplicity

In a different atmosphere

 

Retired I am somehow

With time beyond control

With confusion on my daily brow

About this appointed role

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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