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

Anitaelise teaches piano lessons at Anitaelise Piano Studio and writes poetry and essays at The Relaxed Housekeeper.

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