Synchronicity

Now I wake up very early.

I start my day about at six

a.m.

 

“What time is it?” I ask aloud.

I have to go to work quite soon

Of course.

 

I eat my wholesome breakfast and

I take my daily shower too 

At dawn.

 

I beat the noisome traffic jams

In both directions day and night.

It’s sad.

 

Each day I follow this routine.

I have it memorized by now 

O.K.

 

I pray my daily Rosary. 

The beads are getting old and worn 

With time.

 

I have a nice hobby or two

To fill the time when I’m alone

At last.

 

Someday I shall pass on, my friends.

No one will know that I have come

And gone.

 

 

Here’s my very first ever attempt at a SYNCHRONICITY POEM  for Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie’s Saturday Mix.

 

 

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13 thoughts on “Synchronicity

      1. Jules says:

        I think though that a some point a good portion of folks do feel that they won’t be missed. There was a wonderful children’s story about an elderly lady and her routine – she thought no one cared. So one day she slept in and confused tons of folks… who somehow later were able to make her aware of how they valued her. 🙂

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