Wednesday
Monday came and went
Sorrow borne and grew
Money earned and spent
Trouble old and new
Tuesday grinds the querne
A practise, a run through
Admin'stered till it burns
Blood red til it turns blue
Tomorrow; Whats to know?
The last two were for real
Another stone to throw
For some more time to steal.
Copyright © James Smyth | Year Posted 2019
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