Just a wee poem.

A better day will surely come.

In all status that favorable is being single. No hassles, no one to nag you, and especially no one to share with, except, when you want to share goods or something materially to your family.

We can’t go back in time to do all those things we meant to do, but we can move forward from this moment with a new perspective. Time lost can never be regained…..

Poem about how we value the wrong things most of the time.

Off the Robert Blog poetry prompt of writing a priorities poem.

A Narrative poem about procrastination and how it affects life.

English sonnet about a man who lost his vision.

Musing on the dichotomy between what people do and what they intend to do, focusing on the shift in priorities as one recognizes the mortality inherent in human life.

The era of multitasking seem to be behind. Now, you have to wait again in line and wait for your turn. What is happening?