Night Time Prayer, Humorous
Now, I try to lay me down to sleep.
On one foot? Hardly, is this a treat!
I see my leg scars laughing at me,
Like some drunken sailor lost at sea!
How did this happen, I ask myself!
Was I thinking of my dead husband,
Ralph?
There is no answer, for one leg Pangie!
This balancing act, hardly poetic, I call,
scroungy.
12/6/2021
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