I have lists of
things to do,
lists I’m working
through.
Still,
I’m bored.
I like my life
as mom and wife.
Still,
I’m bored.
I love my husband,
children, pets.
I live my life with
no regrets.
Still,
I’m bored.
Is that why the dogs
run out the front door?
They are waited on,
and well cared for.
Are they also
bored?
Pacing my cage.
A need to engage?
The lion
roared.
Put me on a chain.
Take me out of the
mundane.
I should be
satisfied
My life has no
downside.
Still,
I’m bored.
Help me fix this
restlessness.
Guide me with
strength and gentleness.
Teach me ways to
placate boredom,
and allay my
psychic tedium.
by:
Paula D. Nevison
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