Merit Or Credit Whatsoever


It is early in the morning
my eyes start roving
while the body is at rest.

Unwilling to rise up
the mind travels
back and forth.

Being a syndrome
of late, I recall
the past

Knowing very well
there could be no validity
to think of the bygone.

Unable to suppress
the thoughts I turn
nostalgic.

At times I laugh,
other times cry
little dramatic in all.

The duties, not
so pressing as of before,
call me.

Reluctantly I get up
perform the chores
with far less attention.

Meticulous I had been,
now I am a shadow
of what I was.

Such being the status
I carry on with no merit
or credit whatsoever.

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