Long Forgotten

I awake with a nervous tic above my heart

never a good way for my day to start

for fear I do not my wife impart

I rise with my mind set on definite reason

to fulfill all my duties and successfully squeeze in

time to help my wife plan for the upcoming Christmas season

the days too long the nights barely sufficient

the bed persuaded but sleep enrapt with miscontent

tis no wonder mornings never felt as heaven sent

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toiling aimlessly my desk, at pause is my pen

dolefully awaiting a shuttered mind to open

how my heart longs for friends long forgotten

Published by rkcdlitt