Yesterday's over i cant recuperate..
to savor the day morning i cerebrate..
vain was all attempts to palpate..
the speedy day would never await..
Today i desire the day to be mine..
but my work list is an eternal line..
now the day's mine , i completed design..
hit the sack idiot , its already nine..
Eyes closed i tell , tomorrow i'll relish..
next i know is , i am one hour latish..
again i cant bask , lots to finish..
someone tell me , can life ever embellish..
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why such sorrow and sadness in the tone. You are a happy person, so write more on that note. But these are great. Write more and publish them.
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