A wasted day, what can I say,
to be productive was not my way.
A rest, a stop, a nap, a talk,
a glance at the clock, but no where to walk.
A wasted day, what can I say,
with no energy, no not even to play.
A drift to the kitchen for a cup of tea
and a glance out the window to see.
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