The Shortest Day Poem by Marilyn Jean
The Shortest Day
It was grey and wet
And I truly did not
Want
To move nor wake up
Not my sort of day
Live
Not cold not warm
Not bright or stormy
Feel
Just grey and still
Later coffee was good
Drink
The day would be short
Quickly done and over
Hope
The shortest they say
But it was not at all
Sigh
Actually it lingered
Here and still is
Regret
Endless and really long
Just for one reason
Miss
Nothing else to mention
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