I Am
I am so weary,
it makes me weep.
I think I will try,
and get some sleep.
But another day,
has come and gone.
And wasted time,
has done me wrong.
My time is precious,
as time seems to go.
For what tomorrow holds,
I simply don't know.
I'm tired of wasting,
this time so dear.
Time spent alone,
with no one near.
As I lay down,
and do whats best.
I can only hope time,
too takes a rest.
Love ya guys :)
Labels: Poetry
6 Comments:
Very nice. (NOT said in the voice of Borat, thankyouverymuch.)
No. But I'm not against seeing it, we just rarely have the time for movies. I've caught snippets (and Cohen's guest appearance on SNL), and heard it referenced, thus my ability to quote it.
And thanks for calling me wholesome. I really take that as a compliment. I think. ;)
*sigh* Oh, but I'm not that lame. ;) You'd, perhaps, be surprised by our extensive movie collection. If you'd ever come stay with us, you'd see 'em. :D
I know. :) I suppose I was putting words into your mouth.
Sounds great! We'll have to wait until Mike's not working two jobs, so he can be part of the fun.
Well... (nothing like a full convo on Blogger, lol)... electrician by day, parts specialist by night. And minimal eBay stuff on the side. At least until our remodeling is done, then he'll pare it back down. Wearin' himself out.
True dat. :P
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