Here's a Quickie
Blundering into Sunday and wondering
why so early?
And yet life is ablaze with the
light of these days
so I rise.
There's sleep in my eyes
I should have left that in bed
but I never,
washing my face instead does the trick.
Picking out socks thinking how
my life rocks,
if Mother could see me now.
Copyright © John Smallshaw | Year Posted 2018
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