You have a gift for words; he said.
Perhaps I let it in my head
For as I lay upon my bed,
My heart was filled with glee.
Alas, the morning I awoke
And not a single word was spoke
I'd failed the test, and what was took:
The spirit out of me.
What?; exclaimed I; Yes, what is this?
To drag me down in the abyss,
The sheer stupidity of this,
Surely it cannot be!
Then something hardened in my heart,
For surely I had done my part,
To just be thrown into the cart
Would not become of me.
With pride in self and new resolve
Into the challenge I did delve,
And of the piece? It did evolve.
Well, see what thinketh he.
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