Don’t make me feel worse
as I just feel so poor already.
My limbs are weak and my mind,
mush…You can stay a while sure
but like the day you’ll go again,
sinking with the sun. Feeling forlorn?
And again my God! Frightened
to see the end? And frightened to begin?
Well that makes two of us lately til
tomorrow comes much quicker when
yesterday’s a passing feeling.
What have you doom and gloom?
Haven’t you been listening? Go away
I’m tired. Besides I’ve got a 7am call
and I plan on being paid overtime.
Yet you’re so tempting my dear
misery in waiting, and you’re knocking like
a hopeful neighbor.
Effortless is your kiss, it’s aim
a mother’s prayer before bed.