Perhaps you’ve such regrets
A disposition sour
By the weather, cold and dour
So forgetful of the sun in alleys wet

Perhaps you feel beset
By forces cruel in power
Ever harsh with eyes that glower
Til you see your joy a burning cigarette

Perhaps you’re so upset
For there beneath a tower
Do you count your change and hours
Seeing every gain as precedence to debt

Perhaps you need forget
The woes for which you scour
Take a moment, smell the flowers
Rest your weary head, my dear, try not to fret


About A. P. Christopher

I'm a cynic, a nihilist, and a pessimist. I'm a hermit filling the interior walls of my empty cavern with the words and pictures of a mind adrift in disparity. I also like lifting weights.
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7 Responses to Fret

  1. Yes, we should all take a moment form the time and smell the flowers.Beautifully said, Chris.

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  2. This is really wonderful.
    I loved the line, “Seeing every gain as precedence to debt” really struck me. Thank you.

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  3. FeelPurple says:

    So wonderful!! 🙂

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