Feeling sluggish
I'm feeling to sluggish,These days it seems.
My boilers to old,
It's run out of steam.
My furnace not hot,
It always runs cold.
You could say its because,
It's getting to old.
My brain has derailed,
It's run out of track.
The rest of me feels,
I've been put on a rack.
Spend all my nights fast asleep,
During the day I just take naps.
Life is to tired, Legs feel like lead,
I think it's time I went back to bed.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2026-04-14 at 01:00
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