A poem by Kevin Somers.
By Kevin Somers
Published November 27, 2007
Family, job, pets... sleep, clean, read, write...
And hope that life somehow works out
If life didn't get in the way so often
I'd have much more time to write, no doubt
But when there's been no chance to write
I don't curse life or wife or shout or pout
Because if not for life and all its business
There'd be nothing much to write about
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