Reality

 I sit at the computer all forlorn

Swearing and cursing the day I was born

Disgusted with all and frustrated to hell

Wishing for impossible things as well

You say there are things I cannot change

So it’s I..ME.. I have to rearrange

So writing poetry, planned all by myself

Using the brain, brushed ideas off the shelf

With vigour and passion, a plan up my sleeve

Enjoying every moment, ideas to conceive

Then I’m told I’m just wasting my time

What good would it do, you won’t make a dime

Don’t judge me or criticize until you’ve walked in my shoes

You think you know me, you have no bloody clues

I deal with the stress of everyday life

Being a mother, a nurse, caregiver and a wife

I organize the day with repetitive chatter

No-one is listening, it doesn’t really matter

I can talk to the dog or pigeons or cat

At least I know I’ll get a response back

I don’t plan the future or reminisce the past

We live in a vacant void world of trust

No tomorrows, no yesterdays, only today

Is this a great way to live? No bloody way

I want more out of life, freedom and space

That’s why I’m creating a new working place

Don’t judge me or criticize me until you’ve walked in my shoes

You say you know me!…..Then don’t light my fuse

JD 2006