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.
Eilidh G Clark 