Jolanta Gradowicz


Stress - Poem by Jolanta Gradowicz

When I can’t avoid or discard
The awful, all-embracing stress,
I pull out my sword- the cash card
To buy a smart, fashionable dress…

Sorrow and sadness - a wrong pair.
I must find a trustworthy friend
To find a new style of my hair,
Stop the losing streak, find its end.

When I can’t cope with the pressure
I reach for this useful balsam,
This good, dependable measure;
I sit to write a new poem…


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 18, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, February 4, 2011


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