The Last Line

Today was a never day,

A failure to arrive day,

A day lost like edges of the earth

In a mucky kind of fog day.

Today was a nothing day.

A ‘didn’t even walk the dogs day,’

A day lost like carrots in a stew

In an empty kind of dish day.

Today was a forever day

An ‘is it time to go back to bed day?’

A day lost like the end of this rhyme.

Author: EilidhGClark

Hi, I'm Eilidh and I live in the wee village of Killin in the Scottish Highlands. I'm 48 years old and live with my wife-to-be and our two dogs.

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