Problem Solving Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Problem Solving



It's like the way
I run all day in fear
or how impatiently
I stomp and kick
or bend and stretch,
(that nimble hiding trick)
or stand and shift
until the end draws near.
I sense the ache
and yet it isn't till
my feet are up, relaxed,
I feel the pain.
The pressure's off my heart.
no muscles strain,
yet still the torment swells
beyond my will.
So I apologize,
admit I'm wrong,
commit to follow through
to make things right
because I AM sincere
and not contrite,
yet still your anger glares on
just as strong.
All's fixed and yet
we're back where we've begun,
'cause nothing's finished
till the feeling's done.

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