Poem of the Day: The Reason Why I’m Late. By Erika Beaver

Poem of the Day: The Reason Why I’m Late. By Erika Beaver

My life is great

            So much to get done

            I feel like I’m always late

            I am always on the run

           

            Why be early?

            When you can be on time

            Besides, I like my hair curly

            Beauty isn’t a crime

It is because I can’t make up my mind

But I’ll never complain, you’ll come to find.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

           

            

Poem of the Day: The Reason

Posted: Fri, 17 May 2013 00:00:00 -0600

My life is vile

         I hate it so

         I’ll wait awhile   

         And then I’ll go.

         Why wait at all?

         Hope springs alive,

         Good may befall   

         I yet may thrive.

It is because I can’t make up my mind   

If God is good, impotent or unkind.