Problems

Bits of the past come back, inspiring me.

The present, that is tiring me.

Problems, problems, problems all day long.

I remember that song.

Will they turn out right or wrong?

Can life be a song?

I suppose I’ll have to get down to it and do it.

If not, I blew it.

Quite likely, there is nothing to it.

But to do it.

So, okay, later I will try.

Do or die.

As someone said, for why?

To make a blue sky.

Tich Ennis

11th October, 2016

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