For whom the bell tolls

Awaiting tomorrow, hoping it turns out a better day

For today was a dull dark day

So uninspiring he failed to dress

Lounged about in PJ’s all day long

Not a whit of inspiration

Crashed out on the bed, book in hand

Discarded all that had been pre planned

Watched as the clock crawled from hour to hour

Drifted off into an uneasy sleep

While the fire in the grate slowly turned to ash.

Poetry from The ManShed (c) The author

07/10/19