Day 12: Exhausted
I am nodding my head,
Not in agreement;
But to the call of my bed,
I'm a wasted element.
Each day I'll write, A poem that's bright; Or dim, maybe, Next year we'll see.
I am nodding my head,
Not in agreement;
But to the call of my bed,
I'm a wasted element.
No comments:
Post a Comment