A Bad Day
When thoughts of all but one,
are those I am keeping.
When sore though there is none,
for whom I am weeping.
A curtain drawn before the sun,
and I wish to go on sleeping.
A Bad Day
When thoughts of all but one,
are those I am keeping.
When sore though there is none,
for whom I am weeping.
A curtain drawn before the sun,
and I wish to go on sleeping.