Just So Tired Poem by Sylvia Thomas
Just So Tired
Seeing,
Fleeing,
We do what we do everyday,
but we have not much to say,
Slowly,
Gradually,
everything becomes blurry,
because everyone's in a hurry,
then they soon forget
that they are just
too tired.
Coming from a poet out of LA I can relate to the hustle-bustle of my hometown north of ya in sf. Well written...especially like the single lines pulled apart from other stanzas. Works very well. Right on! ~Fil
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4/26/2024 4:23:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
this is simply nice.Love it