Krystalline Thoughts

24 | 'Sunday'

You lie there sleeping, to the ceiling I stare thinking

I wish we had more time, if only just an inkling

But once more we're called by the machine's clinking

Another week of stacking pennies, unthinking

If only we were rich, relaxing with our glasses clinking

But sadly we're not, so we return to work unblinking

But at least you're there to keep me from sinking

-3/12/21