Twelve Hours…

Another twelve-hour day,

On sleep of but six,

So tired, butt is draggin’,

I am sorry if I don’t review,

But I can barely keep my eyes open, I do herein say…

There maybe a few of you I miss today,

Reading your poetry is a great part of my day,

But on this particular one, please forgive me, if I may,

I would like to go to bed early, rather than comment yea or nay…

I always love to comment and or review,

Will have to wait till tomorrow or not, I will be more awake in the light,

Turning off my company phone, locking the door; may even use plugs for my ears,

No need for you all to review this, as I am not doing so to some of yours,

I find my brain is fried, not drugs this time,

I feel as if I have been working for a hundred years…

              © ed – 3/22/04