Mires Of Excuses Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Mires Of Excuses
Sharing hours with a friend, trying to be helpful and he
won't let me.
Putting me off, in mires of excuses, as he loses sleep
over non-existent problems.
Actually causing his own misfortunes, daily refusing help,
he can do it better on his own.
Now, sitting here, trying to keep his eyes open and hold
his head up, sleep overtakes him and he's asleep at his
desk again.
This is what inspired this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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