When No One's Lookin'

Poem By Tony Avila Sampson

Overworked? Who will fret,
When to the mind, a burden's set;

Feeling down? Who just cursed?
Unwind that mind, before you burst!

Full of wrath? Stop and think,
It may help, before you sink;

Feeling angry? Sing a song,
You can do it, you're headstrong;

All stressed out? Tit for tat,
When no one's lookin', just fix the brat;

Tony Avila Sampson

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