Waiting. . .
Why is it so hard for me to play this game?
Each time it happens I react the same.
I start feeling upset and my emotions run high
Asking myself over and over why. . .why. . . why
I try to tell myself there is nothing I can do
All the while I sit and just brew.
There must be a reason. . . an escape from this plight
Then a light bulb goes off with a glaring bright light.
Bring out some paper and a pencil or two
The answer is easy as I think it through
This is a time to dig deep and start writing
Having this time is now so very exciting!
I just love when I change the way I think. . .
I say with a smile and a wink!
Cute! Love the rhythm and the rhyme in this poem. Isn't this the truth with so many games and puzzles?
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