The sun is rising
And yet it’s dark
The birds are singing
And still it’s stark
The sky is grey
When it should be blue
l feel I should be happy
But no, I’m like old glue
Yet life should be joyful
I gave so much
Yet the vacuum is imposing
I am my own crutch
The black dog is relentless
So insistent to be pattered
Another day has gone
It’s like it never mattered
(Anonymous Poet)