Old Blue Jeans

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Somehow when days are filled with stress

I find that it often helps to dress

In something comfortable to wear

Like my oldest most worn out pair

Of frayed and faded blue jeans

They’re torn and pulled at the seams

But still when I pull them on my legs

The pressure melts from the days

Of deadlines, memos, expectations

Supervisors condemnations

Perhaps it’s simply how they fit

Whether I clean the house or sit

Watching shows that entertain me

Picking at the hole around my knee

Sipping black coffee hot and steamy

Imagining places more dreamy

Than the drudgery of modern life

Seems like little more than strife

Yet my old blue jeans remind me still

That life can be adventure, a thrill

So I’ll wear them, and wear them again

Because the real journey has yet to begin



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Already so much

The burden you make me bear

Yet you heap on more 


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That awful feeling

When nothing is going right

And you’re desperate 


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Been really busy and neglecting my writing lately. In an effort to get back on the horse, I’m writing about the business in each of my three blogs’ styles

Business why do you bother me?
What have I done to thee?
You always are so needy
With you I’m no longer free

Like rocks weighing me down
As water fills my lungs I drown
Lost in darkness cannot be found
Screaming without any sound

Sucking life from my veins
Laying in bed body filled with pains
I cannot leave yet cannot remain
No way to win but playing the game

Business you steal my life
Dividing up my soul with a knife
Cannot keep pace with your fife
Nothing left but depression and strife