the nap is sweet
i rest my feet
protect my mind
from addled rhymes
that plague my head
i need no bed
for just repose
i count my toes
i see they're there
when i awake
i'm grateful, mate!
for these last few days
in my life
i've fought all strife
so now i dream
of old man things
and count the days
in simple ways
i take more naps
and just relax
the fight is done
i think i've won.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
No comments:
Post a Comment