[ miss quite contrary ]

[ 2.22 PM ]

Younger minds are better off
instead of old ones collecting dust
of life and all the things we say and do.
Younger days are better spent
instead of now, now I just vent
of what I could and should and would have done.
So here I sit, and sit and stare
where to go from here and there
trying to think up my next exciting move.
I sit up quick and quick I run
into the tiled kitchen
Take out warm plates from my dishwashing friend.
What happens next for little old me,
miss quite contrary, how do you be?
Are you content with what you see?
Or do you want a different me?