Tired.

Not inspired

To write tonight.

 

Light

Grows dim.

Seconds pass.

Pub and friends beckon.

 

 

The cheerful lights

Shut out the night.

But all dims

And the dark descends

In the end

 

Yet I laugh

And pass my time

In rhyme and friends

 

No-one can stop

The ever present clock

For Time’s halter

Holds us all

In thrall

Yet still we pretend …