stress of commitment

And the stress of commitment.

And the frustration of time.

And the many excuses that flood my mind!

And the many poems that have already been sent.

But the Temptation, to use old work, feels like it is heaven sent.

I think to my self, " they wont know if i re-use some past work"

But I would know

Know its old work,

And my responsibility i cannot shirk.

I am not some Mcdonalds clerk,

That can re-use the same old work.

That would be a wast of my time rhyming lines already defined.

Rhymes that have already past their prime,

Have no place in our time.

I am better than that

And accept the fact

That this second act

Will be new and different

And embrace the stress of my commitment.