Written: by Tom Wright
Advanced in years I’m singing no happy song,
From a plethora of problems that to others belong.
Seemingly that’s all it takes to begin my day badly,
To dismiss from my thoughts I’d do ever so gladly.
Awakened hours overflow with bothersome pain,
And things that I would, from these, I now abstain.
Pain plunders my sleep throughout darkened hours,
Altering my disposition, producing one of glowers;
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019