I agree, my benefits tend to be fringe
And rhyme in simple verses;
They’re prone to suffering and cringe
With conscious remorses;
I could have been an engineer,
With salaries and gentle pride,
A teacher, bowman, puppeteer,
A writer, whispering my mind...
I could have tuned into success
The whims of my desire,
But I succumb and I digress,
I burn in inner fire;
Of course, I am nobody’s fool,
Except my own convictions;
My brooding is sometimes so true
Example of crude fiction...
I Agree, My Benefits Tend to Be Fringe
© Copyright: Ирина Стародубцева 3, 2018
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