The nagging ache
Recurs-
Chores attended to,
Gossip all around,
I do as they do.
Oh for Godssake
Its back.
Trappings of the day
Some gotten,
Others on the way…
Yet something’s forgotten
And its nagging me
Again.
It eludes me
The musical note
As discordant beats
Teach us by rote.
Ok now I’ve stopped to think:
What’s my thing?
The ache persists.
It taunts.
Clears the mists
That haunts
The happy peoples
With no nagging aches.
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