Thursday, 28 March 2013

Just a Poem

The sun through the trees
Casts an intricate shadow upon my laptop
As I write this you see.
It makes it hard to look at what's on the screen.
But as always
I make do.
Who am I to complain?
With this wonderful light behind me.
A cup of tea before me.
And an audience awaiting my performance.
On this great stage called life.

-MaggieG, Evil Goblin Overlady

No comments:

Post a Comment

Wooo! Comments let's see what you have to say... my precious...