All screwed up
I don't like schedules,
they ruin everything,
trying to take control
and interfere.
My friend thrives on them,
insists we arrive by them,
not a minute late
or else she'll scream.
I'm throwing all schedules
in the bin.
They can sit there
rotting, pining to be adhered to
Schedules aren't
a healthy way to live,
they make me
nervous, edgy, tense.
Where's the schedule?
It's in the bin
with the others,
all screwed up.
poem by Ruth Walters
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