Still in bed,
Clock says ‘late’
I’m running reds.
My tires squeal,
I forgot my coat,
And a meal.
Going to be a long day,
In spite of its late start,
In bed I wish to stay.
– Vagabond Prophet
Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Still in bed,
Clock says ‘late’
I’m running reds.
My tires squeal,
I forgot my coat,
And a meal.
Going to be a long day,
In spite of its late start,
In bed I wish to stay.
– Vagabond Prophet