Day's Conversation Poem by Ima Ryma

You and I, we do always talk,
Beginning when we wake each day.
I tend to praise, you tend to mock.
You tend to curse, I tend to pray.
We talk of deeds we should get done
Through morning and through afternoon.
You gripe of stress, I hope for fun.
Day's end does tend to come so soon.
You and I, we do go to bed.
Of day gone by, I talk of good,
But you do talk of bad instead.
Agreement is unlikelihood.

Talk to and from myself just is
The way I go about my biz.