Ode To Jan Allison:
I lie in bed,
Just can't sleep,
I think instead,
That I may weep.
As I watch the time,
Thriving in pain,
Still, I rhyme,
In my brain.
There is no cure,
For what I've got,
The nights' are fewer,
And sleep is not.
I've tried fresh ginger,
Amongst other things,
But I'm no whinger,
It's just clipped my wings.
So before the dawn,
I'm up writing again,
Though feeling forlorn,
With paper and pen.
/|\
(for Jan who suffers from osteoarthritis)
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016
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