Saturday 20 August 2011

1810 - Before going down the pub after work

I'm exhausted, woke up quarter to six
Each morning it gets earlier, it seems
Not drinking's working out okay, the trick's
Getting to sleep and staying deep in dreams
Sufficiently long. If not, when light streams
Under the morning curtains, it's okay
At first to get up early - it's a shame
Later when weariness is here to stay
Energy and attention start to stray
Mid-afternoon feels like midnight. Tocks, ticks
Each second clicks by, slow in the extreme
A drink after work? Can't stay out to play
That late, think I'd rather head home... But mixed
Feelings now... The pub may be the best scheme...
Fri 19 Aug

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