Whose blog this is I think you know.
The posts are made of poems stolen though;
You may see ideas and thoughts borrowed here
You read these words–is this a show?
My little verse I must share.
To slice each day-the end is near,
A few more days I must not forsake,
This daily slicing comes each year.
I give the calendar a double take
Are we almost done–is this a mistake?
The other sound’s the computer’s beep
A month gone by–a deal to self I make.
The blog is sometimes shallow others deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And another post before I sleep,
And another post before I sleep.
Mr. Frost, thank you for your verse.