A Message to My Son

The challenge at d’Verse Poets today is so timely.  It’s to examine time and how it flies by so quickly.  I can certainly relate to that as I never seem to find enough time to do these fun poetry challenges.  Where does all the time go?

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As you quietly sit there on the couch

arms folded, pouting mouth complaining,

“I’m bored,” it reminds me of my youth.

Looking back at my teenage angst years,

I think of all the time I spent bored~

nothing to do living in the middle of nowhere,

not knowing yet my interests and passions.

Staring mindlessly at the television,

oh yeah, I could kill some time.

Procrastinating, avoiding, delaying

my chores, dishes, cleaning my room.

If only I had already learned my passions

or spent some of that bored time

trying to figure them out.

I wouldn’t be sitting here wishing

for all that bored time back.