Settled Down Poem by Bill Grace

Settled Down



When thingss settle down
I always seem to drift towards poetry.
The tock of clock calls to me
Money and its problems are still there
Career and position are still there
The tasks of family are still there
Poetry always calls when things settle down.

Saturday, February 25, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: family,money,poetry,problems
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