Long Forgotten

I awake with a nervous tic above my heart

never a good way for my day to start

for fear I do not my wife impart

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I rise with my mind set on definite reason

to fulfill all my duties and successfully squeeze in

time to help my wife plan for the upcoming Christmas season

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the days too long the nights barely sufficient

the bed persuaded but sleep enrapt with miscontent

tis no wonder mornings never felt as heaven sent

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toiling aimlessly my desk, at pause is my pen

dolefully awaiting a shuttered mind to open

how my heart longs for friends long forgotten