I’m not sure why I did it

I’m not sure why I did it,
it was impulsive, this I know,
and now I’m in a panic,
and I’m sure that’s going to grow.

I’m now thinking of the wisdom,
about the thing I did,
perhaps I should have kept it,
rather than the getting rid.

The list is getting longer,
of things I must do now,
and time is getting shorter,
in which to get them done somehow.

I never should have said it,
I should have stayed quiet as a mouse,
oh, if only I hadn’t acted so rashly,
and signed up to sell my house!

 © ceenoa    

    Thistlemore Jan 2015 (3)

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11 thoughts on “I’m not sure why I did it

  1. DeeScribes 12/01/2015 / 1:16 am

    Lovely photo of green and blue when all I see outside is dreary winter. Where are you thinking of moving to?

    Like

  2. kazg10 12/01/2015 / 10:35 am

    Wow how exciting Claudette, a new adventure! Good luck. Love the poem and it had me guessing to the end.

    Liked by 1 person

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