Doldrum daze
Ever had one?
Ever had a doldrum day
When no one comes to play
When bills outstay
Your small payday
When nothing left spells fun?
Your mother died.
Car engine fried.
So many tears lodge
Somewhere.
A doldrum day
I’ve got to say,
Allows for deep, dark
Musing.
Where shall I go?
I’m old and slow.
My golden glow
Descending.
Still I’m not done
In you, my chum
I see a dawn
Ascending.
About the Creator
Barbara Steinhauser
Thank you for taking time to read my stuff. I love writing almost as much as I love my people. I went back to college and earned an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults and often run on that storytelling track. Enjoy!
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Comments (1)
The whole world seems to be stuck in a doldrum. Loved your poem!