An Afternoon Poem

July 11th, 2013

It’s quarter to four, the coffee is cold.
I’m feeling tired, and I’m feeling old.
Todo list is done,
And yawning ensues,
Take off my socks, and take off my shoes.
“Call it a day,” my brain wants to say,
But 36 minutes remain on this hard disk copy
And while that doens’t rhyme, it is something I need to take care of.