Yesterday's Poem

This poem is for yesterday. Though I write daily, come-what-may, On rare occasions things don’t click; It’s hard to write when feeling sick. My symptoms came on in a blink. In my distress, I couldn’t think And so the hours drifted by; As for my poem – I didn’t try. So this is my apology Though no one really cares but me. I still feel sick but later, may Compose the poem that’s for today.