One of those days where the stars refuse to align
and could not get my ducks in a row,
and herding the kitties was more than a seed,
that one should try to sow
Grasping at straws and gathering but a few,
but finding that needle hiding in the hay,
stuck in my finger, wouldn’t you know,
but I’ll be okay
Perhaps I’ll just pull the covers back over my head,
and pretend to go back to sleep,
and leave it all until tomorrow,
where the dark abyss,
won’t seem, quite so deep
Never-the-less, I guess I’ll arise,
and muck my way through the day,
in hopes of better moments,
as I go along my way 😊