The Middle
When I’m in the middle
Of fixing a decent meal
I can’t be made to piddle
I usually have things to peal
When I’m in the middle
Of getting ready for work
I try not to let myself dwindle
On whatever might be a quirk
When I’m in the middle
Of cleaning up the house
I don’t ever let myself fiddle
But keep going unless I see a mouse
When I’m in the middle
Of doing my rounds at work
I’m only there to make a nickel
So don’t give me a smirk
When I’m in the middle
Of writing some kind of poetry
It’s possibly some riddle
I’m trying to reach continuity
When I’m in the middle
Of trying to create a rhyme
I won’t play second fiddle
Always aware of the time
When I’m in the middle
Of giving my heart to someone
I might give a little giggle
But my heart will give to a loved one
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2019
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