If I’m Not…

If I’m not coloring, I’m painting

If I’m not alert, I’m fainting

If I’m not bicycling, I’m recycling

If I’m not canning, I’m fanning

If I’m not cool, I’m chilling

If I’m not warm, I’m hot

(The point of this poem? I forgot)

If I’m not swimming, I’m winning

When I’m on a bus, I ponder the fuss

If I’m not eating, life’s fleeting

If I can’t play, I watch

(But sometimes can’t handle a Swatch)

If I don’t switch, I’m a witch

(I don’t know that awful term, ‘bitch’)

If I’m not calm, I sing song

Just telling you I somehow belong ☺️

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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