Monday, November 20, 2017

Bedtime Poetry


The problem with writing poetry 
In bed, in your head
Is that should you happen to stumble across
A good one
You either have to get up
And write it down
Or give in to the futile illusion 
That you will remember it
In the morning.
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3 comments:

  1. kathrynNovember 21, 2017 at 12:23 AM

    Perfect Poem! Love it.

    And Happy Thanksgiving to you cuz. Too bad we won't gather to play shuffleboard in the church basement, and then pick the turkey carcass late at night

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  2. UnknownNovember 21, 2017 at 11:08 AM

    Truth in free form

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    1. Robert SchragNovember 29, 2017 at 4:50 PM

      And I choose to believe the phenomenon is not at all age related :-)

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