Well Adjusted People
Really
We do not- have time for a snow storm Really
Where do all the well-adjusted people go?
Some travel up to Boston. Some display in their own art show
or some spend nights at a party.
But life is never slow
Then there are the nonadjusted people.
With nowhere to go.
Who have plenty of time,
Yes plenty of time for a blizzard of snow.
Who grab the beauty with their camera, or write a poem.
Who gaze in wonder at the great white glow which lines the streets and fields
A glory to behold
Yes they can always make time for snow
About the Creator
Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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Comments (9)
I like the repetition of end-rhyme. It makes you feel "adjusted" after becoming non-adjusting getting lost in the words.
Lovely Thought-provoking piece!
You’ve created a lovely piece with a beautiful message.
Lovely! I sometimes catch myself stating that exact line about no time for snow although I love it when I'm home. ❤️❄️
So lovely :) I want to be with the nonadjusted people. I love snow!
Beautiful piece. I always have time for a beautiful snowfall, but never seem to have the time or patience for the cleanup. ugh.
This is an awesome poem - but we just got 8-10 inches of snow yesterday - I have to say, I'm not liking it much! ❄️
Love it! Knew from the title there was a decent chance I would!
Excellent words, I do hope that Vocal registers my read