Nothing To Do

Being in the library for doing nothing makes me write this poem. Well it is not that deep but I think it is poetic enough to be shared.

Nothing To Do

 

 

Here I am again

Thinking of so much scene

Of what to do this time

And make the clock skip some time

 

Maybe I’ll just go to the library

Read books and novels mentally

Though I might feel sleepy

At least my time will be worthy

 

Sitting alone and reading books

Seems to be so intelligent to look

Realizing that it is

I’ll do something to be cherished

 

Now I’m writing this poem

With no idea to whom

Hoping I can do something

And make every line worth sharing

 

 

           07-06-12