Re: Roberts poems (part 1)
The day draws slowly to a close
My eyes grow heavy and tired
It seems just now ,from sleep I rose
Full of ambition fully fired
Lots to do, but I get distracted
By endless stimulations
Things my mind manufactured
Like cerebral perforations
I didn’t do half of the things I planned
It often happens this way
AS I drift off into sleepy land
I think “Tomorrows another day”