Ho-Hum, Yet Another Poem

Here I sit at the keyboard again,

Trying to think of a good subject, but I just can't win

It's so hard when you’re not into it.

and my brain is fit-

to-be-tied with frustration,

at my pathetic situation

For I surely thought this would all be behind me

by now. When I look in the mirror, what do I see?

A man who’s stuck in the same old place,

wearing a frayed, shop-worn smile on my face

With nothing to do but think up funny crap all day,

with nothing of consequence whatever to say

Wake up in the morning, the day unwinds

With this repetition weighing on my mind

Comes the nighttime, awful in its sameness

Sometimes I can’t smile, I must confess

I’m expected to act like nothing is wrong

When everything I’m used to is so long gone

A laugh and a smile, that’s what I’ve become

I just keep going into the setting sun

Today, there’s nothing funny about my state of mind

Nothing light and happy that I can find

Sometimes it’s so hard to look around and smile,

so I guess I’ll be serious, at least for awhile