I'm at a stand still.
Nothing in my head.
I want to go to bed.
Rising early is the plan.
Exercise waits for me to stand.
Separation anxiety here abounds -
Will we swap in taking rounds?
Friday is already here -
January is about to take a rear.
Five pounds have said goodbye.
Two more weeks and I'll say "Hi!".
Time to log off for the night -
Only sleep right now feels right.
My husband sits just feet away.
But neither can he stay.
This poem is entitled, "Ramble".
I like my yummy eggs scrambled.
I'm getting quite desperate here.
Searching for words, my dear.
1 comment:
you're so funny!
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