Slack To A Problem Poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie

Slack To A Problem



Spots on air he sees so.
What can they be that grow?
Weeds he sees in the air.
At the job he did stare,
But did not wait for it.
For he lacked space for wit
To work on it, he plant
Some sleep to it, careless grant.
For his concern not moved,
Condition not improved.
How such a letdown flows,
Disaster so great, blows.

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