Puppet Routine
When the morning jerks the strings
Of marionette puppets from their dreams
Into motion they will spring
Set forth upon that same routine
Carried out upon the wings
Of daylight as it moves and sings
That same old song until it brings
A sense of tired to you and me
As nighttime falls and beckons sleep
A gust of wind will chill and sweep
That sweaty stench of summer heat
And this short break we'll pray to keep
Forever here, to never leave
Copyright © William House | Year Posted 2024
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