Me, My Enemy

it was I a along, me my enemy it was raining ice on my bed I thought wishing my bucket be filled me my enemy only when the ice were gone I staggered out with a small bucket to collect what, one can ask? me my enemy before the tv I sit by my books looking deserted and missing company on the dawn only to see questions I never read. me my enemy I ate my portion with more after the first week my cloths were needing change looking back I have always been my sole enemy if I retire poor, became like an elephant, and my results in the matters of life is an 'F' I was the architect. now my eyes are open in the morning to see that the enemy is Me.