the devil told that lie
we sold ourselves
for work is all and only
guilt comes of pleasure
these things we Should
Should Not be doing
always something looming
over what we’re dreaming now
it rides our joy weary
drives it to the ground
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I’m in that state right now. 😉
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Oh, no! Thank goodness poetry is always good for an (however brief) escape.
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Yes, the problem is I want to spend time writing poetry and stories instead of working. 😉
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Brilliantly said! Guilt be gone!
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Yes! and thank you 🙂
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Somebody’s going to have the men in black with sour faces knocking on her door 🙂
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Oh, dear. 🙂 I just realized the possible connection between this poem and the fact that I was helping my daughter study for her American Colonies test last week…
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‘it rides our joy weary’ — love this especially.
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Oh, thank you. I had such a hard time with those last two lines.
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