Auto-Sync

A Poem by Carlton Rolle

I auto-sync to the house.

Even when the kids jump about.

Wash the dishes.

Sweep the floor.

Re-dusting all of the décor.

Time is essential.

Kept away from the tap.

I hate when it starts to evaporate.

Like the day was wasted.

Chasing the confiscated.

I wait for the time to relax and unwind.

Before it’s time to call it quits, I empty out the condiments.

© 2016 Carlton Rolle

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Added on September 4, 2016
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Carlton Rolle

New York City, NY

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I write because I must. Keeping towards a way to seek the message. Something that we all need, trust, and love. To speak an existence. To understand something's life. To work on hope and companio.. more..