As you set
The oven timer
For a loaf of bread,
You have enough
Time on your
Hands to think ahead…
One of these
Days you shall
Be free without any dread,
You will not
Have to reason
With the voice in your head,
And you shall
Not have pasta
For breakfast in bed,
You shall be
In your element
More neon, less lead,
There will be
A lot more
Heard and a lot less said;
Don’t wait for
It to happen,
Happen to it instead…
Is that the
Oven timer beeping,
Have you burnt another bread?
©Aaysid
“Maybe the truth is, there’s a little bit of loser in all of us.”
Ann Brashares
Image by Prabath Gunasekara from Pixabay
Happen to it instead, that’s awesome, Aaysid. A lovely poem.💚
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Thank you so much, Jeff. 😊
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Welcome, Aaysid. Always. 😊
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I LOVE it , Aaysid. So very clever and excellent flow. These lines were my favorite. Excellent as always.❤️
“Don’t wait for
It to happen,
Happen to it instead…”
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Wow, thank you so much, Grace. I am so glad you liked it. 😊❤
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I truly did.Very welcome.💕
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“Don’t wait for
It to happen,
Happen to it instead…”
So lovely.
I’d say burn as many breads.
I’d love pasta for breakfast. 🙂
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Haha, I am all for burning breads too! 😁Thank you ao much, Terveen.😊
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Beautiful poem Aaysid! Words of wisdom!
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Thank you, Dominic.😊
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My pleasure Aaysid!
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