Tired
rest my aching back
drink some coffee black
open a book a crack
give a tune a whack
playing like a hack
try to keep on track
pray for what I lack
floss out some dental plaque
then maybe hit the sack
To climb above the haze of thought into clear understanding, to navigate a true course, to take the highest road, to air out my soul, to breathe freely, to soar. This is my essay. all rights reserved by wingman
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