My life will be perfect if
I finish this poem.
Scribble on life,
wash the dishes,
ponder the poem.
E-mail an answer,
scan the poem,
think of the pans.
Scrub the simile,
wonder on time,
forget the poem.
Spam this poem,
and my life
might be perfect.
Shereen Abdallah ©
Sky Trees 2017
Bonnie Braw Press 