Post #7: A dumb poem about the day

November 7th has waved goodbye,
And sitting here exhausted, I
Can prop awake one single eye
To see the things I'm typing.

I went to work at multi-sites
Coaching notes from wrongs to rights,
Then took a sec to scarf some bites,
While hearing parents griping.

And now I prep to join the bed,
Fluffy pillows 'neath my head,
Release concern & clear the dread,
My mem'ry I am wiping.