The words that came this morning,
Were dark and cold and grey,
I couldn’t finish writing them,
They twisted in their play.
So now I’m here at eventide
(In Africa I live)
With nothing left to offer
‘Cept this tired, worn out bid.
To readers and my fellow scribes
I do apologise
And hopefully tomorrow
Better verse will realise….well, it can’t be any worse! 🙂