I see her every evening as I close my eyes


    whenever my deep slumber finally comes


    sharing time together before the sunrise


    saddened by a dawn worse than bad drums.


    Then the days are long and uneventful


    as I endure the life of a pitiful lemming.


    The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.??Giving up my time for a minuscule handful


    of peanuts, an existence worth condemning.


    Yet when I see her, everything will change


    as those eyes, that smile make me feel good.


    Despite the turnaround, it’s not that strange


    but I know my place, nothing’s misunderstood.


    Even though I suffer through each grueling day


    seeing that woman in my dreams makes it okay.