A gripe

I am angry –
let it be known
to the small
circle of my
readers.

I am currently
not grateful
for the abundance
I have, be it food,
work, money
or frustration.

I call this
little poem
a gripe. That’s
what it is,
that’s what
it does.

And all
in decent
English.

Fie!

– James Steerforth ( © 2011 )

There’s a season for everything – maybe even for a gripe from the grumpy old man I’m sometimes afraid I’m becoming.

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