The Poet: My Belly’s Full

My belly’s full,
Now seems like the perfect time to sleep,
But, there’s so much work to push and pull,
I don’t have time to settle down and drift down deep.

My homework is done,
That is true,
But, I have to write a metric ton,
If I ever want to bid my day job adieu.

My eyelids grow heavy,
And, heavier still,
I’ve a burden of dreams to carry,
But it all amounts to nil.

And now the decision must be made,
Do I chose the sweet tea or raspberry lemonade?

Ryan S. Kinsgrove

RSK

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