Schedules

I don't like schedules,
they interfere, control,
they grate.

My friend thrives on them,
insists we arrive by them,
never a minute late.

I don't like schedules
I bin them,
incinerate them.

There they can wait
pining to be adhered to
until they rot.

Schedules aren't nice.
not a healthy way
of life.

Where's the schedule?
It's all screwed up
with the others,

an unnecessary evil
man created
to destroy my peace.

poem by Ruth Walters
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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