Millpond Poetry
A Whole Minute Begging
Nine, twenty five… P.M.,
that’s right, at night.
Am I alive? Hard to say.
It’s been tough today.
The way the day started, then passed.
Life has it’s fits and starts you know…
More waiting than anything else…
Who knows what the day’s end will bring?
I’ll know that in the morning.
As for right now? I don’t care…
It’s time to sleep,
I promise not to snore.
I’m tired,
and while I know you’d love to talk…
Can’t it wait? Please?
What time is it now anyway?
Oh, Lord, it’s nine, twenty six, P.M.
A whole minute spent begging.
Millpond Ink Poetry, 2016, edited June 2022
