Coming, Coming, If I Knew I Was Coming

 

 

 

If I Knew I Was ComingMr._Stress_1_--_2015-10-12_1137

Life as a care giver can get pretty darned hectic. You have family,
you had friends. You have housework, and then there’s the job. The
phone rings incessant, the timer dings on tonight’s casserole, and
you don’t know which role you’re supposed to fulfill ’cause your
appointment is due and the dollars are few, and you haven’t had time
for your coffee yet, and you think what you need is a powerful jet to
get you through this hectic day. And you wish you had time left over
to play, but Oh no! That isn’t to be! ’Cause now you must go to
visit  the sick.
Surely it’s sure that burning your candle at both of its ends will
use up entirely your candle’s wick. And you feel like you’re having
a case of the bends.

If I  Knew I Was Coming
From notes made Jun 30-13

If I  knew I was coming
I’d have changed my clothes,
But I thought I was going
So I dressed to enclose
My dignity.

I could put on my thinking cap
And give it a think,
Or so one would suppose,
But the thing needs some stitching
And I need some repose
’Cause I’m tired.

Coming or going
Busy, busy, busy,
I want to go there,
I want to be here,
But I’m wanted right here,
When I’m wanted out there;
Sometimes I wish I were a pair.
Well, sometimes, of course,
Life isn’t fair.
So why me is what I ask,
I’d rather be in the sun to bask.
Chore one or chore thirteen,
Am I a man, or am I a mouse?
I have to go,
You say I must come–
I don’t know if I’m coming
Or if I’m going to come
Or if I am going
Or coming to go–
Surely my name must be Mr. Joe Woe.

Well,
If I knew I was coming
I wouldn’t have gone,
Whichever I do
It seems that I am wrong.
Guess I will have to learn to be strong
Or I wouldn’t have stayed
When I should have been gone
And I wouldn’t have gone
When I should have put stayed…

Oh please God, give me a break;
That I am sure would be very great.
(sigh)Mr._Stress_2_--_2015-10-12_1138
Well,
I’m sure in the end I will come to know
The know how of how to know
How to cope and to tell a joke
About how stressed I was,

And I will learn to keep a level tone
And smooth the path I take–
But for heaven’s sake
Will you answer that *#@%$* phone?
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All work here is copyright H. W. Bryce 2015

Images are from Word Clip Art

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Judge at 6th Rabindrinath Tagore Awards - International - English Poetry Contest Author of Ann, A Tribute, and Chasing a Butterfly, A story of love and loss to Acceptance with the poetry of Alzheimer's and poetry for everybody. Appears in anthologies in Canada, US, India, Mexico and Bolivia. Poetry in Ekphrastic Review and NWriteers International Networeworld Review. Member of Federation of BC Wrters, Royal City Literary Society, and Holy Wow Poets Canada. Member Writers International Network: Distinguished Poet, Distinguished writer.
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