A Poem

A few lines of limerick to express how I feel

It says all I need even in times of peril 

It’s not quite the end I’m somewhere near the middle

I don’t always mean to speak in riddle

Times are strange but thoughts are stranger still

Thoughts to lead me out of darkness and into the light

To keep me going through this forest of concrete and lights

Instead of birds there are car noises and phones chirping in the dark

Collection agencies are a blight on this landscape no escape from their might

You owe us so we will call whenever we want

I just need some time I can see the finish line

So I report to work promptly to chip away at it 

By the end of this year it will be over I can’t wait for that time. 

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