Poem Of The Day #51
Thursday is always disappointing-- close to weekend, but not yet there. Friday's a delight after days of tear and wear but Thursday is just a nuisance I woke up at 6AM, still drowsy, very groggy, but couldn't go back to sleep. The chatting birds were gone; the temperature plunged to 20 degree; February's brief spring was over. Horrid morning news one after another: Russian invasion of Ukraine--Why? How Come? Global warming--more storms are arriving. Inflation is out of control--price hikes everywhere. There were phone calls to return, orders to place, review, and economize. When the afternoon was almost over, I felt that I had done nothing-- all trivial matters fill up the void. I hate when time flies, but I want this Thursday to be over. Am I contradicting myself?
Haoyan Do 
No contradiction. You are making perfect sense and I can relate!
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Thank you. I am glad you think so.
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Nice poem
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Thank you.
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Most welcome
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I love this poem; I loathe the feeling that your poem describes so well
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Thank you. Yes, I try to describe the little frustration of the day. Sigh.
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I think many feel as you do.
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Yes, many do. The world is going crazy.
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You’re quite clear and concise. It’s time that gets away from us. Love this poem, Haoyan. 🙂
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Yes, time is going away so fast that it’s unbelievable.
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