A Good Boy - Rls 2.0 Poem by Paul Geiger

RLS Mark II - A Good Boy Grown

Woke before morning, happy all day,
Never said an ugly word, smiled - played
And now the sun goes down -hovers low
And I'm quite content, for I do know -
That morning shall see the sun arise
No bad dream shall fright my mind, or eyes
Sleep holds me tight no tossing - turning
Wake - refreshed - wash, shave, eat - but knowing
Work is play - feeds my tribe a-growing*


*Stolen from Robert Louis Stevenson's 'A Good Boy'
- - Mathematics&Poetry - based on a mathematical square: the number of syllables in a line equals the number of lines.