Drowsing
Reading carefully to understand,
finding I'm drifting just offhand.
Off to a place I cannot see,
framed by the fog of where I be.
Eyes grow weary, drowsy,
eyelids drooping in frown.
Head bobs gently,
up, then down.
As I realize I'm falling,
catch myself, calling.
Drifting in the zone,
is anyone home?
Once more upright to return,
seeking one more page to turn.
When will I ever learn,
still burning with yearn.
But the stamina is gone,
though I try, on and on.
To do more every day,
than ever before, to stay.
Before bowing out,
in the game of life.
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Somewhat sleep deprived, eMail Me 11/27/15
I find myself zoning out while
trying to do serious reading
or writing these days. Of course,
a huge Thanksgiving dinner
helps with that process.
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