Wednesday, 2 December 2020

5213 - Blood from a stone

They want blood and seems they’ve almost got it
I am a rock, no, maybe just a stone
Needed stamina, needed to be fit
To cope with all the workload I’ve been thrown
And so once more in my diary I moan
My energy spent, skin worn down to bone
Metaphorically anyway! At least 
These awful days go quick this way, time’s flown
Again from morn to eve, I never ceased
But glad to say when I was then released 
At 6pm, I walked outside a bit
Instead of getting booze and trying to drown 
My consciousness. A little rain, it eased 
After a while but walking means you get
And stay warm, no matter what’s raining down 


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