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Come On Five o'Clock
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Life Expressions Volume II Here I sit
head in hand,
to tired to even stand.
I gave it
All I had
And now my head
hurts really bad.
So I take this pen
and start to write
On the empty
Sheet of white.
I scrawl a word or two
thinking, well,
it is something to do.
The clock crawls
slowly towards five o'clock
By then I will be ready to rock.
This poem's done
It is still a half hour to five.
I wonder if I will make it there alive.
Pencil is down
Head back in hand.
Just a half hour more,
In this cerebral waste land.
It feels awful to be in this state, I too get stuck very often.
Yes, there now...!
Hahaa, i experience this too, Huck..
But the dreaded time for me is One o'Clock....school dismissal time.
Smilesz...but the idea is exactly the same.
Thanxs for penning this one down.
HOpe u will like my newbies for this week ~!
good poem...I have these same clouds come over me when I write...either writing a poem or a short story...thanks for sharing