Sometimes

Sometimes,

we have to go through the motions when there’s no time

just fit in a minute to play one line.

Humans who have to schedule time to BE

to look out of the window – enjoy the sun – feel the breeze.

One minute of joy that stretches longer each day

time for work and time for play.


This poem is meant to be read 3 times with ‘play’ replaced with write, and then draw.


This poem will be published shortly at allpoetry.com 

Published by Anitaelise

Piano Teacher, Poet, Relaxed Housekeeper & Blogger

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