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Because I’m…..

They make fun of me

Because I’m single

They say I only pretend to be free.

I’m shackled and tormented they say

As if being single is such a discomfort

They say it in such a way

As if I will never know happiness in any day

Yes, almost everytime they ask my why

When the question ought to be is, why not?

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because I forgot to tie my shoes

I forgot to tie my shoes

So I missed the bus

Because I missed the bus

I arrived late at school

Since I was late,

I was not able to pass my homework

As I was unable to pass my homework,

I did not get an A+

Because I did not get a good grade,

I did not become an honor student.

Since I was unable to be part of the honor roll

I did not get to be known at school

Since I was a great unknown,

No one voted for me to be class President.

I did not become class President

all because I forgot to tie my shoes.

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Because It’s Saturday

Because it’s Saturday I’m taking it slow

I get up late and I leave my bed unmade

There’s no rush as I drag my feet to clamber down the stairs

I cook breakfast as I stretch and yawn

My hair is a mess and I’m still in my pj’s

Turn on my music, listening to the Lazy Song of course

Sip my coffee at the terrace and enjoy the view

While rocking on the rocking chair and foot on the footstool

I’ll enjoy my day and I’ll take things slow

Because it’s Saturday, a day for me to rest

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The Chariot

Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just Ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the School, where Children strove
At recess in the ring
We passed the fields of gazing grain
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, he passed us
The dews drew quivering and chill
For only Gossamer, my gown
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the GROUND
The roof was scarcely visible
The cornice in the ground.

Since then ’tis centuries and yet
Feels shorter than the DAY
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity

– Emily Dickinson



note: I found out the title of the poem is actually The Chariot so made the change to the post.