by X.J. Kennedy
Guilt keeps an attic crammed with things undone,
Old friends ignored, the months-unwritten letter,
Duties we'd sooner shrink from than confront,
But won't let go. Tomorrow we'll do better,
We tell ourselves, and yet remain inert,
Watching our best intentions by the minute
Incubate mildew like a dirty shirt,
An outgrown bassinet, mice nesting in it.
Mood Music: Watching the Wheels by John Lennon
1.9.10
Posted by CandyQ on Wednesday, September 01, 2010 with 2 comments
Tagged as Personal, Poetry, Stuff In Between
I like the image. And it's very true. Right now actually. For me. :-)
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I was feeling the same. :) Thanks for dropping by!
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