I woke today
to find a life
but found instead
I was almost dead.
What did I do?
Where did I go?
I dozed back to sleep
in bed you know.
Later, time it drug,
I had to hurry,
but I couldn’t scurry,
So I moved as though a slug.
I couldn’t fight this one bit,
therefore I concede,
to sit and read,
and alas just go with it.
By L. M. Montes
WRITE TIME AND AGAIN 