Worn muscles and slow fingers
How has time passed so fast
All in an instant it seems
To think it was only yesterday I sat
Scribbling words in bulk
Gone are the spare moments and spare words
Only to be replaced with too much life
I crave the creativity I once had
Not to lessen the life I live in now
Give me a little of both worlds I beg
Our paths to and from the pen
Never really vanish, they are always in the shadows waiting
This is in response to the blog prompt found here at What's Going On. It has been a long while since I have taken the time to write. I always look at it longingly but life is just so darn busy. Perhaps this is a way to ease back into without neglecting the rest. The first letter of each line spells out What's going on. I forget what they call those kind of poems but it was fun to pay with.
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