If only there were no dimes,
I would kick back and watch the sun move across the sky.
If only I had the time.
I could spend the morning on a rhyme,
Investigate the answers to every “why?,”
If only there were no dimes.
If I so desired, I could learn the art of mime.
But I am far too busy to even try.
If only I had the time.
I could get off of this ladder I’m forced to climb,
Not feel guilty to take a breath and just sigh,
If only there were no dimes.
If the feeling struck me, I would spend an evening listening to the wind chimes chime,
Painting a portrait of the moon up high,
If only I had the time.
Living life wouldn’t be a crime,
We would channel our energy into our passions before we die,
If only there were no dimes.
If only I had the time.
About the Creator
Calista Marchand-Nazzaro
Always learning and always evolving. I’m a creative, an idea person, a thinker, a dreamer, and working on being a doer. Many interests. Varied content. Food. Sustainability. Comedy. Poetry. Music.
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By S. A. Crawford6 days ago in Fiction
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That was exceptionally well written.
Gosh this was extremely relatable! Loved your Villanelle!