Month: November 2019

The challenge goes on,
Day by day,
Some in delay,
Ev’ry day matters.

It has moved a lot,
Since it started,
There is change,
Mostly good as well.

Tomorrow’s the day,
One year to the day,
Then what?
It’s an easy choice!

It was a good night,
Sleep came easy, too easy!
Early night for me.

Slow train to London,
Rocks and rolls through misty fields,
Like the air won’t yield.

The gray clouds hung low,
Offering rain and cold wind,
No sky rockets seen.

Bangers didn’t bang,
The rockets didn’t explode,
In coloured bouquets.

The train is delayed,
So my running was in vain,
But it did feel good.

It’s a blueless day,
No blue sky in sight today,
There’s hope for a change.

The day stalled at two,
Lunch was the perpetrator,
Once feed, Sunday’s dead.

I am crawling back,
Don’t want to loose this Sunday,
Too tired to watch films.

It’s pinch punch, you know!
First of the month,
And all that.
The rain came today.

Books on books piled high,
Never straight, carefully balanced,
Find the page you want.