In the morning I put the pot on

Disrobe quietly, shower quickly.

Sometimes I even talk to myself,

Answering alone, rather thickly.

I miss those days of laughter,

Moments of joy, such a peace.

Now alone in the morning I write.

This has forever been my release.

12/10/2008

Posted on 12/10/2008
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