Tax Day Blues

Whether it’s National Poetry Month 2024 or not, this poet quickly realizes there are consequences to stress. When I crawled out of bed with an achy neck and stiff upper shoulders, it was readily apparent I’d been mon-stress-ly afflicted! With the income tax deadline set for midnight tonight, who wouldn’t be stressed?

Would anyone have blamed me for crawling immediately back into bed? Yet, I would not be deterred! As a matter of fact, I have a sonnet which fits perfectly with the day and my diminished condition! (Ha! How’s that for good planning?!) Though written a number of years ago, I kept the poem in reserve … for now apparently. Continue reading “Tax Day Blues”