High Expectations
A comic and poem about expectations and goals
Goals
My lofty goals bark—
they yank on their tether.
I gasp for more breath,
and we run together.
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My little goals lounge—
they doze on my lap.
I give them a scratch,
and we take a long nap.
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About the Creator
J. Jay
I like to share my art and writings, whether it's silly or serious. I'll also feature a comic I work on called Writing Whoas, which is about the joys and hardships of being a writer. Stick around to laugh or cry.
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Comments (4)
I really enjoy these poems with your pictures. They are both relatable and fun. Thank you!
Always love your humour and relatable (and skilful) poetry! Excellent job J. Jay. 😊👏
ah ha, once again you have created a visual with your drawings and humor! I get mired in details, constantly researching if what I am writing (even if fiction) is correct; a photo for the headliner....you stated it well here!
Love this! Playful metaphor for a true experience.