The days are longer than I imagined.
Yet not full of time at all.
Cause I've not found time to sit awhile
And let the muse grow tall.
Not five moments of my time
To reflect, to think, to find
A bunch of words that dance together
And maybe, even rhyme!
So all I have , is this sad thing
That in desperation, I have scrawled..
There'd better be a better one tomorrow,
Or I'll drive everyone up the wall! 7th March 2014
I am really going to have to dedicate some me time in my day, to make this poetry marathon a little more interesting.
Thank you for reading anyway. XX
