The day is done

Today is done, and so am I
Lids of eyes droop and wood drop
but the eyeballs say to the lids,
You first. And the lids reply,
No, you have priority. So the eyes
stare out some more, fixed, unseeing,
and the lids are too tired to make up
their minds.

Now I should be in control of all
this. But, I too am too tired to
tell the two twos what to wear and
should the lips smile as tho they
cared, or not?

If only I could get this shirt off, and
all, I cood get to bed, hit the sack, no,
not enuff energy for that. But, then,
a decision must be made ... and will

- AG © Mon, Feb28,2k5