“These times, make me so tired” Gun Roswell
Tired
It’s so hard to get up
I try to resist the huff and puff
Looking out the window, wishing I wasn’t here
Rather someplace nice, over there
Even on this silent Sunday
I know this is not my day
For I am feeling sick and tired
Not creative or even inspired
The same ol same ol awaits
Doing all the things I love to hate
The only cheer for me the pictures
From a happier time far in the past
I know deep inside this feeling won’t luckily last
But dwelling on it for a moment I gasp
And then after a few passing hours
I get up, and once again, somehow, feel within, the lost power
And, yeah baby, I’m back again
As the cliche strikes and then I smile
It’s been a long while
But for now, that’ll do just fine
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
Great post 😁
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I know the feeling……trying to stay positive myself and some days are not so easy…phone a friend..look at some photos…..don’t feel bad that nothing has been achieved….your poetry sums it up…well done we got through another day!
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Thank you😊😊😊
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btw wordpress will not let me like your post! ?? sorry 😦
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Happens to me sometimes too😒
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You’re not alone when it comes to feeling “not creative or even inspired.” I’m facing a similar malady.
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Thanks for the support 😊
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Keep recharging those batteries. Don’t give up!
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I won’t 😊
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The only cheer for me the pictures
From a happier time far in the past
… these words resonate with me: on really ‘down’ days I look in awe at photographs from the past and wonder when we will get to visit game reserves and pretty scenery again.
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