4-2-24
I haven’t done the taxes,
the taxes aren’t done.
Not a dollar reported,
Not a nickel paid.
I’ve got some time to do them,
Until the time runs out.
Meanwhile the poetry is due
Due every single day.
Priorities I haven’t made,
If having made them is important.
At least the list is written down,
written on today’s magic number day.
©2024 Noreen Braman
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