Sunday, October 17, 2010

Poem

Oh I wish I could go out and play...
but at this desk I have to stay...

for mine is but a life of work...
some days I think I'll go berserk...

at least for now I can look out and see...
the swaying leaves...wave to me...

Perhaps when all the debt is paid...
I think that I will have it made...


I know that when that time comes..
I won't ever have to be so glum.


(yes i made this up just now) :-)

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