April 27, 2013

• STRESSED

  STRESSED – an original poem by Betsy Quillen

  The other day I was quite surprised
  To wake up to a new houseguest.
  It’s not the kind you look forward to, though -
  It’s the kind whose name is Stress.

  She follows me to play rehearsal,
  And bothers me at work.
  She smothers me when I try to sleep,
  And she does it with a smirk.

  She magically causes headaches
  Where before there were none.
  She makes me want to cry and scream;
  This isn’t any fun.

  She has overstayed her welcome,
  But I gave her my decree:
  In two weeks she MUST BE GONE
  Because she’s not allowed in Hawaii!

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