Some Days

Some days you just have

to slug it through and

hope to reach the end

of the day still intact.

The promised land seems so

far off it’s not funny;

but still you place one

foot forward, then the other.

Eventually, there will be

purple patches, like summer fields

and honey scented days. But

for now, it’s plod, plod,

plod. Each day awakens and

so do you. Each day

brings the same old things.

One day it will bring

you yours. One day, eventually.


© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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