(Poem 179 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Makin’ bacon
workin’ overtime.
So over
having none,
time to
play, dough
to spend,
breathing room,
lack of
lack, more
of plenty,
less of
less, unless
by choice,
space to
be alone
with creativity.
@Home Studio – 179th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Overtime photos to accompany my poem:
rebekahjmarshall 