What day is it today?
Oh it's another Friday
It didn't seem to be such a long day
Although it took three hours, on the way
To come home.
Listening to a new album
While I look for a little broom
To clean my dusty and messy place, that smells of faint perfume
On my bed, I pushed pillows aside to make room
To lay down and write.
What's with all this rhymes in poetry?
Is it really that necessary?
I don't think so, as long as it can carry...
A sensible thought and a message to many
That is so, I think
I write on and on, but I'm done here, in a blink.
Oh it's another Friday
It didn't seem to be such a long day
Although it took three hours, on the way
To come home.
Listening to a new album
While I look for a little broom
To clean my dusty and messy place, that smells of faint perfume
On my bed, I pushed pillows aside to make room
To lay down and write.
What's with all this rhymes in poetry?
Is it really that necessary?
I don't think so, as long as it can carry...
A sensible thought and a message to many
That is so, I think
I write on and on, but I'm done here, in a blink.