PAD Challenge day 12; write a guilt poem
They stare
And taunt me
Where I sit
The guilt of it
I can’t atone
Until to their will
I commit
Heave-ho,
High-low
Grunt, oh
And groan
And taunt me
Where I sit
The guilt of it
I can’t atone
Until to their will
I commit
Heave-ho,
High-low
Grunt, oh
And groan
© Janet Martin
I can feel the pounds of your procrastination, Janet!
ReplyDeleteWishing you a blessed Easter!
Poppy
ha-ha:) Yes, they have a way...
DeleteHappy Easter to you too!
A little fun. (a maybe not)
ReplyDeleteyes:)...a perfect love-hate relationship!
DeleteWhen I saw your title, I thought you were going to be writing about the Salvation Army Kettle Bell!
ReplyDeletelol! now THAT'S a good one! and oh boy...I'm guilty as charged...not always, but too often.
Deletehurried feet keep time to the beat
of the carolers song as they scurry along
and try to quell
Christmas guilt with oh well...
maybe next year I'll have more
of what they're looking for.
(oh dear, I wish this poem would not have come so easily:(
Thank-you Angela for the humor and the humbling inspiration.