So Much Time...

time has become a big room
complete with amenities, there
are windows, light from the sun
comes freely, and the floor shines,
the doom jams strong, all framed,
there are lots of things to be done
and with so much leeway,

the problem is the bed is
so seductive, and one is confused
what to do, what to begin with.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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