Here's one from a way back - I don't profess to be a poet so be kind!
Escape
I meant to do my work by three,
But a passerine was singing in the apple tree
And one by one
As if by queue
More melodies then drifted through
My open window and to my ears.
And I thought, how I have wasted years
Just sitting in my sterile room
Silent, as in my mother's womb,
While out there majestic symphonies flow.
So, what could I do, but laugh and go.
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