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I’m doomed, alas!

It cannot be.

6 1/2 weeks felt like 3.

And as I sit

At 12.15

I ponder all these days have seen,

The plans I had

That went astray

As I relaxed, relearned to play.

I did not paint the garden fence,

Nor tidied wardrobes as I should,

I really wasn’t very good

At doing all I said I might

Or sticking to a plan at all

But what a blast! I had a ball.

And so, although

This night right here

Ends liberty of carefree cheer,

Off to school,

To class I stride

Knowing well, deep down inside,

That, even though I love to teach,

«««««Tempus fugit, really fast»»»»»

More holidays will soon be cast.

I love my job!

Inevitability

Words flow freely now

But fail to express.

I begin.

I digress.

The aim is lost.

And the purpose.

The intention ever the same.

To communicate without

Naming names.

To offer without

Being shamed.

Hands easily reach out

And arms hold.

Words struggle,

Cannot be bold.

Enough of confession.

No time to delay.

Parts taken,

Let’s play.

A game is all

It is.

Only earthly reason

To enjoy.

But this.

This loses everything,

Betrays inevitability,

Sinks beneath

Even shallow waters.

No question

Or answer

Can be understood

Or relayed.

Recorded forever

And played

Over and over

Again.