Ful Day Poem by Lento Maez
Ful Day
Alone at last the day is done
Busy home chores I want to run
But where to go
I just don’t know
Perhaps for a quiet ride
Or crawl under a blanket and hide
No that’s no good
Have to fix food
Maybe I’ll run away
Where could I stay
Alas I’ll grin and bear it
Maybe tomorrow everything will fit
In place
Good grace
I’ll just go on
And face the sun
Too soon life’s gone
And that’s no fun
Son of a gun!
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