3.5 - Don't Look for Excuses; Look for Solutions

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When can I write? I don't have time today.

When can I write? This email needs reply.

When can I write? My baby starts to cry.

When can I write? My wife just ran away.


I have no time. I don't know what to say.

I have no time. No matter how I try.

I have no time. Perhaps next year, July.

I have no time. I'm not a Hemingway.


Ideas come when I fall asleep, while sitting on my throne.

I scribble on the breakfast table, in an undertone.

The metro meets a metaphor; it hits my funny bone.

Each email is paid exercise, each list a combat zone.

Good poetry is everywhere, I grab it on my phone

And work it out on Sunday night, when finally alone.

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