I Have Done Enough For Today

It’s late in the evening and I’ve been writing most of the day. I’m growing weary, not much more to say. It’s time to take my flag down and water the grass. Watch the sunset. Let time pass. I wrote a few poems this afternoon One for Jesus and two for who knows who. I said some things. Wish I could remember. But it’s all a blur now, fading into embers. Writing is like that you know. Little bits of insight, followed by much more boring stuff. Like “Isn’t life so meaningful, or else so rough and tough.” Bullsh.. I’ve had enough. To last a lifetime If you ask me. I’m tired of waiting for the plenitude of my dreams. Other chores are calling me, like the kitchen sink. Dirty dishes need washing now I think. While listening to that annoying clicking clock on the wall. Ticking off time down memory hall, sadly forgetting more than I can recall. Now I feel spent as if I didn’t make a dent writing and rambling on this way. That must mean something, I guess I’ve done enough for today. So tomorrow I’ll watch the sun rise, pouring light into my eyes, and hope it’s just as fruitful once again. It may not sound like much but writing keeps me in touch with that stranger deep within.