When I Get A Chance Poem by greg richardson

When I Get A Chance



to sit and rest
I sometimes wonder
what is next?
I work so hard
then I fall asleep
is anything left
for my family
They are so tough
to put up with me
so I work and sleep
for infinity
But then the dissatisfaction comes
and I jot down poems
for posterity.

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