SHELVED

Real life sits on a dusty shelf
Waiting to be of use.
Patiently calling to myself,
But becoming unamused.

"I know that I've neglected thee,"
I whisper in my guilt.
"But hang on for a bit," I plead,
And promise not to jilt.

 Duties and chores have held me bound
For many years, you see.
Soon your time to play will come 'round,
When I am once more free.

"Thanks for being a faithful friend,"
I say, dusting it well.
My old life to the shelf I send,
As new life I inhale.

Angie Ledbetter
© 2001