A clean new slate. Start from the scratch.
Words fill in with full stops & comas
Some lines scratched out, words over written
Squiggly sketches, doodles on the margin
Lone words hanging lame in different colours
Hurriedly scribbled mobile numbers with no names
The clean sheet starts getting filled up in an order
Then gets into chaos …Stop Stop, I didn’t plan it this way
Shall I just tear off this page in throw it in the bin?
It is a waste – nothing but memories
Some sweet, still makes me smile in a busy day for a while
Some bitter, still makes a lump, which I have learnt to gulp
Some I don’t just any more care about!
I will save this sheet in a folder and keep it safe
Maybe another spring-cleaning I will find it
And then again sit and ponder…
Is it worth carrying the old baggage?
1 comment:
ha ha.. good one
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