Waste
Today was another wasted day
That wilted as it drew to a close.
Energy ran away to where happiness was hiding.
Productivity was taking a nap, hope was in the pub.
Dreaming of a clear day, of a clear mind.
Tears blur clarity and vision.
So I will sit back down, waiting for the gift.
The gift of a new day full of new opportunities.
Full of chances to make you proud.