10/27/11
From midnight shadows into morning light,
I creep about, and forge ahead despite,
My tired bloodshot eyes and weary limbs,
So much to do before the day begins.
The sunlit hours shall suffice for most,
But here I haunt and wander like a ghost,
For I have promises I need to keep,
And dreams to carry out before I sleep.
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Written by: Larry Sansone. In order to hone my writing skills (and for my own silly amusement) I am launching the O.C.P. Project: one poem per day for one year. I started the project on Jan.1, 2011 and completed the last poem on Jan. 1, 2012. Poems will be posted daily, whenever possible.
