Tomorrows are coming Hip Hip Hooray
Who knows what they will bring
I am just half way through tooday
My lips have known smiles
Warm tears have touched my cheeks
Heard Gene Kelly sing Good Mornin
Felt cool breezes on my face
Thought about the word embrace
Tasted menudo with my tongue
Heard a daughter's voice
Read a poem about a kiss
Felt brushing on my teeth
Stared at body forms on my bed
Thought of words I left unsaid
Wondered what American Gangster was about
I need a nap
I still have the afternoon to go through
1 comment:
Busy days are exhausting.
Rest is nice.
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