Monday, April 3, 2017

In Which I Despair

The prompt was a "not today" poem. I could have done something heroic. Instead I did this:


A day might come when I get some sleep
And wake refreshed to greet the day:
No nightly fears, nor troubles keep
Away the slightest hope of sleep.
At 3 a.m. awake I lay.
I'm weary of counting unnumbered sheep:
A day may come when I get some sleep
 - Today is not that day.

Yes, that is sad. I know it. But day two is done, and maybe tomorrows prompt will not inspire another such sorry excuse for verse.

I am off to try for that elusive sleep......

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