Here is a poem I wrote one day when I was, as the title indicates, very bored. I hope you enjoy it. Until next time, take care and God bless.
BOREDOM!
By Michael R. Wells ©
The time passes by so slowly and takes so long,
I wonder if it's really moving much at all.
It feels like hours thought it's only been minutes,
and I wonder what I can do to pass the time.
I don't know what to do and so I do nothing at all,
I tried to read but it didn't help so I played a game.
Nothing seems to pass the time so I sit here bored,
I wonder what I can do but nothing comes to mind.
Maybe I should call a friend but I'd feel guilty doing so,
I'm afraid the only reason I'd call is to kill the time.
I wish I knew what I could do to kill some time right now,
but everything I have tried has only lasted a few minutes.
I find writing this poem helps me pass the time a little,
but I'm running out of words and then what'll I do?
I'd watch a movie but none seem interesting right now,
I'd listen to an audio cassette but that seems boring too.
I'd read a book or make a quilt or maybe draw a little,
but none of the above seems interesting just now.
Well it's happened at last I'm at the end of this poem,
I've run out of words and of things I could say.
I'm done now and I'm out of ideas of what to do so,
I guess it's back to square one and being bored once again.
I still don't know what to do to pass the time,
once again the hours creep on by and I wonder what to do.
I hope I find something to do but so far nothing works,
there doesn't seem to be anything to do to pass the time.
