It’s either too hot
Or too cold.
It’s either too dry
Or too wet
I’m either too busy
Or too tired
It’s either too loud
Or too quiet
Satisfaction isn’t guaranteed

Good Luck

Good luck

Writing poetry sometimes gets hard.
You want to put down your thoughts
Your dreams
Your wishes.

You want to describe in words
The feelings in your heart
Your mind
Your soul

But life intrudes
With its own complications
Work
Sadness
Depression
Time for a vacation

Good luck