Monday 10 March 2014

March 10: The holiday is over ...


On January 6 I wrote a short poem, about how it was off to work I’d be goin’
At the unheard of time of a little past five, so at work by seven I could arrive
It was like deja vu all over again, but this time I defaulted, and slept in til ten
Well almost that late, but I needed the rhyme, but I did stay in bed, til way past my time

I just could not face it, a five thirty five start, I wasn’t in court, so why should I depart
So unhealthily early, and to what end, so another few hours in bed I would spend
But tomorrow is near, another new day, memories of Vietnam I must put away
So five hours after midnight my light will come on, showed and changed, and soon I’ll be gone

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