Unwittingly, Poem by Tiffanie Lein

There lay on the bed in a small, tight heap
Curled as dawn creeped across the land
Upon the curtains sparkles jump and leap
Obscured to vision arrested by a hand

Left employment ten days before,
Time filled empty from that day hence.
Wit degrade as the mind deplore
Urging the soul out of its fence

But lethargy had won its war
So again, he said, tomorrow I will
Knowing so well one wouldn't go far
Before he'd decide he had his fill

So back upon the mat he lay
Not knowing he wasted one more day.

29Jan08