I was laying in bed late one night this week and I composed this poem after trying to decide how I was feeling at the time. Don't judge. Here she is...
Oh vim, dear friend
where have you gone?
Vigor has run off too.
All that is left is a lump on a log,
a sigh,
and a worn out shoe.
4 comments:
I love it! But who is Vim?
amen sister! sing out with vigor and vim! I love it!
As I said when you first recited it to me in bed... I love this poem.
Love it, Katie! It's exactly how I have been feeling lately! =)
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