A Summer Kind Of Useless Day

A summer kind of useless day
For nothing in particular
To interest her along the way
And not that much irregular
To stop her in her listless tracks
And set her heart to beating —
It seems the summer really lacks
An interest in succeeding

A useless kind of summer day
With buds and colors everywhere
That she might see along the way
And lighten up her load of care
By just the beauty in it all:
The hyacinth, the lotus —
For what it seems the summer lacks
Is what she doesn’t

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Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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