Verses By Beordoon

Musings of a Maskuraid…

Tag: Stress

GRRRRRRRRRR!

Photo credits - Google   They say it’s work, Something compulsory for all responsible adults. With long hours of drudge, kowtowing to belligerent overlords, And pay that’s never ever enough, I think at best it is, penance for a previous life of wrong, Or worse, just torture. But my table prays it never stops. Sigh! So I’m stuck, with work.   More...

PLOT TWIST

Photo credits - Google The life of kids, Bliss for which I’ll swap mine in a jiffy, Gladly. Anything to escape my present reality, Of endless bills and pressing responsibilities, The bother of contrived propriety, Plus the debilitating mental throb, Incessant money worries bring to life’s party.   (Grey hairs are another story)   A trap it is, this adulthood thing, Definitely not the resplendent picture, Or the rosy promise, of means and absolute liberty, For pursuits of More...

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