Tuesdays

For some reason, Tuesday tends to be the most tiring day of my week. Fatigue allows for the flexibility of mind necessary for my creativity to kick into high gear. When I no longer have physical energy to deal with the real world, my mind turns its energy to creativity. Thus, we have the poem below.

 

11:32

 

My eyes are tired.

My brain’s misfired.

My body’s retired.

My speech bemired.

I think it’s time

To go to bed.

 

 

b-M.M.

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