It Does Not Matter If The Air Is Stale Poem by Terence George Craddock

I had to put the first line back into this poem. Having a problem with a few poems corrupting after posting at present. Who is editing? Hands off PH editor :) PH editor stop slicing off my first lines. There is a reason why writers write and critics can only deconstruct. Please view the balance of the seven line original. Your seriously wasting my writing time! It Does Not Matter If The Air Is Stale it does not matter if the air is stale it does not matter because my mind is not it does not matter if I do not feel fresh rooms may be stale outside fresh air awaits rooms may be stale when we are in the writing room rooms may be stale it is ok I am writing in the writing room rooms may be stale but I am rushing to purchase elusive time