adventures in dysthymia

Saturday, June 06, 2015

Waiting, a poem

Waiting

Today's flavor is as bland
as what was served yesterday.

The crowd oohs and aahs over the change,
opening their empty wallets.

Would there be any point
in waiting for tomorrow?

Stephen Brooke ©2015

Another piece that is sort of in the shape of a sijo.

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