@Jabs 5 July 2020

Leisure Time

*Waking up in the morning,* *My mind is busy thinking,* *What should I do?* *I've nowhere to go to.* *Spending the day seems long,* *Without doing nothing all alone,* *Trying to kill this boredom,* *By making a poem that long.* *Sitting in the balcony,* *Drinking coffee or rather tea.* *Feeling the breeze as warm as my tea,* *Can someone come and be my company?* *Here I am now, lying in a couch,* *Staring at the ceiling,* *While my eyes keeps blinking,* *Thinking what to do to make my butt out in this couch.* *Now I'm eating,* *Filling my stomach to stop from growling,* *And staring at the window,* *With a deep sigh so low.* *What should I do?* *I'm so bored and nothing to do,* *I want to speed up the time,* *To end this lonely leisure time.*