After day of chores
I am pooped
My head was aching
and eyes were sore
Filled with the fumes
Of cleaning supplies
I just want to lie down
And listen to jazz
Since there is no one
To tell me to it down
I am more bored
With this life than
When I was younger
But I miss yr antics
It was exciting with you
Beside me than now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent piece as always.... thanks a lot... LeeAnn...