Nothing Come of It

Some thoughts of mine

 

I find, at times,

fears that consume me.

Nothing constant, steady,

or ready when mind

feels need to control body.

It's like, I'm a working slob

with a nine-to-five

kind of blue collar job,

just watching as the days go by.

Then it hits; an image,

a man whose visible age

greatly exceeds mine,

working the very same line.

Will I be stuck here 'til I die?

Reviews

[Babbette Francis]

I liked the rhythm and rhyme, seemed to be a lot like rap music, and I like Rap.
Nice Job!!