A Day.

A day will come
i will not rise.
Or wipe the sleep
out of my eyes.
Wash or dress
with out a care.
So do not look
for me
i am not there.

by Roy Storey

Comments (2)

this all is very true
How sad. Your poetry would certainly be missed. And a very Merry Christmas to you too, Roy. And best wishes for a fine, creative 2007. Sincerely, Sandra