Wasting life

Wasting time
Has been a dreaded
Accusation
In the past.
But can be very pleasant
A lovely break
From stress
Something of
A freedom
A chance to really be.

But then an accusation
That cuts so much more deep
The wasting of a life.

I think
It couldn’t hurt me
If
I didn’t know
It had a grain
Of truth.

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About Rosalie Squires

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