Listlessness on a Tuesday afternoon-
Worrying more about what could be,
Than about what is for the day done,
All my life is a worrisome, long,strife,
More of high pressured dread in blood,
About a probable recession, joblessness,
As still as life’s circle movement could,
Some steep climb, pause, breathlessness,
Towards a wearier mountain heated red,
Then that smile beaming eternity,
A return to the shadows of plains,
The meandering thought of nativity,
A return home to backwater rains,
To narrate to them ripples all my strains.