Settled in a complex thought
Before the day begins.
Barely able to wake up
From a good nights sleep.
The labor of this thought
Has brought me to the brink.
Never has a morning
Broken so heavily on my head.
Nevertheless we must go on.
Can't let a loose thought
Spoil what could be a nice day.
I shall challenge it and be done.
hug
Kathy
Ron
Love ya!
Jane
Dan