If change be the fact of life,
then why in my life is boredom?
The same way it heads, like knife
does, to a man’s doom.
When strength is in me, why I fail
& think of faults that aren’t in me.
Like the wild grass of the woods,
For a change, why not my life be?
Tired I am to plan & engage,
bored I am to eat & sleep,
thirsty I am for a better change,
which never comes to my lap.
I did pray & I did try to begin,
with something new for a change.
I did get the password to login,
among others for a life I love of change.
Do let me know how you feel about it? Liked it? Is this poem true for you too? Faced such crisis ever?
with warm regards