and there goes the Day
jauntily marching out the door
his laughter wears me
as a badge, as a blow
he d’n’t overstay
ditching his mess upon the floor
stranded, he’s left me
there in a silent row
evidence away
try, rid the place of his decor
there’s a guarantee
there will always be mo’e
nothing left to say
for perpetual is the chore
and the confetti
welcome Day, tomorrow
Nice. Sounds like my Day. :) I'm pretty dense when it comes to poetry. I have to read it a few times over to understand it. Or at least, come to some sort of an understanding that I think is "right".
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