I Think a Day Skipped Me
By Tom King
I was checking the time on the wall
Looked up the date on the calendar
On the off chance I'd lost track of time
And sure enough, I had. I lost a day.
Somewhere between the 8th and 10th
The 9th had disappeared somehow.
I don't know how it done it, but it went into hiding.
So anyway I did something I do every day
Only I did it twice; once for the day I missed
And once for today, while it's still waning.
That's the sort of thing old people do
To keep our fuzzy old brains straight.
© 2022
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