The day was old and faded.
Or maybe that was me.
The sky was blue and pink and black.
And I was down on bended knee.
The day started off so hopeful.
I even wrote a poem.
Now the eve of this work done.
I’m just tired and want my home.
The Day
The day was old and faded.
Or maybe that was me.
The sky was blue and pink and black.
And I was down on bended knee.
The day started off so hopeful.
I even wrote a poem.
Now the eve of this work done.
I’m just tired and want my home.
Dennis Mantin 