Late In The Evening

It is now so late in the evening
The clock has a yawning face
It does not want to raise its arms
And has lost all of its usual grace
Perhaps the world is slowing
There was snow in the Sahara today
Maybe itís confused by our treatment
And the fact that we wonít go away
They have found a molten river
A jet stream of iron underground
It took three satellites to map it
Though itís always been churning around
But for me it is time to sleep
The earth can do whatever it wishes
As long as it leaves an explanatory note
And washes its own dirty dishes




Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-12-23 at 13:43

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Good one, Dave.
2016-12-25