William McGehee


I Sit Here Writing All Alone - Poem by William McGehee

I sit here writing all alone
No love, I find, to call my own,
Just me, my words, a cup of tea
To ponder now, eternity.
Outside there are the snowy skies
But inside here the kettle cries:
A blanket, warm, rapped ‘round my feet
And slumber soon for me to meet.

2009


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 7, 2011



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