The World Turns, My Muse Learns
Friday afternoon, the day winds down
My Muse, exhausted, limps around
Her brain, 'most fried, her vitality shot
"I'm out of ink," she moans. "And I'm not---
"Not to worry, my friend," I console her
"Sabbath draws near, so we'll both defer
to the Lord above, Who on this day did rest
to return to work after ~ completely refreshed
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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