The Hours

11 am: a lazy morning enters the fray, with the sun bright and a tad hint of grey

1 pm: some food on the table, with a bonhomie gentle and stable

3 pm: mid-day blues take their toll, for strife prepares a weary soul

5 pm: by now the swords are drawn and ready, egged on by a tongue unsteady

7 pm: the air is grim and death still, demons of wrath have had their fill

9 pm: a smile escapes the garrison of frowns, in it’s light the darkness drowns

11 pm: all is forgiven for the love of god, smug they sit like two peas in a pod


~ by eugenicist on October 9, 2012.

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