My Life In Word

24 HOURS AWAY

 I don’t look forward
 To the month of February
 That month is quite
 Drab and dreary
 It's 24 hours away
 I wish I could
 Turn back the days
 But I cannot
 I must deal with the lot
 I've been dealt
 My heart of greenbelt
 Is about to turn brown
 And I will often wear a frown
 Though most won't even notice
 This sad, depressive poetess
  
 Simona A. Brinson 

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