Frustration Poem by Hugh Mitchell

Frustration



All my life, it seems to me
(but more especially latterly)
I have sought needles of significance
in haystacks of irrelevance.
The needles are consistently elusive;
haystacks become increasingly profusive!

Thursday, February 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: frustration
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Hugh Mitchell

Hugh Mitchell

Coventry, England
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