Trudging
Seems like this day is trudging along
Nothing new, not even a song
I wish for pleasant things
Although the simple ones most often spring
It is okay for me to sometimes sit
Think about how things often fit
In my life and I make a decision
Whether to leave something that causes commotion
Often we need to recharge
Take a moment or two, just to ignore
Things that are hectic, cruel, or unkind
Things that bottle up on the surface of our minds.
It is okay to put off , this or that
I know, it to be a fact
Nothing worries us more than ourselves
In spite of our efforts, we are often compelled.
So perhaps this day that is trudging along,
Will bring to my mind a pleasant song
Maybe I am looking at it all wrong.
Mws R Writings 