The Rest In Stress Poem by Bud Taylor

The Rest In Stress



Not showers but a heavy downpour
potholes and puddles dirt and plank floors
eke out a living in back-breaking
pulling stumps and digging coal, dancing thru double swing doors

Befuddled and muddled all in a tussle
lunch and supper fixings bustle
breaking fasts, pancake mixings hustle

Stumble, dark days passing
tossing and swapping the own in a frown
sun streaming thru clouds dreaming

Finding much to gain in bargains abounding
get to the gym no time wasting and basting
win, win or no deal Stephen Covey commands
a hammock swing all that stress chasing

Monday, August 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: relaxing
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