Trying to Beat Stress

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This piece of poetic fiction speaks for itself.

Submitted: July 05, 2017

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Trying to Beat Stress
 

Languidly I lie
in the sunny spot
of my back yard,
where I formerly
found freedom from
the daily stress brought on
incessantly
by the myriad demands
made by insignificant
people at my dull work place,
having to do with inconsequential
activities,
done to move money around
the electronic innards of
some distant server,
which serves no other purpose
than make a virtually unknown man
richer.
For half an hour, I feel rich myself,
now that I lie there.
Yet,
I wonder,
how long will it last?
Am I allowed to do this?
Do I need a bigger garden?
When will the next session of indulgence be?
Perhaps I am not meant to be rich?
Not financially,
or in any other way.
Who knows?
Who cares?
What’s the use?


© Copyright 2017 Bert Broomberg. All rights reserved.

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