Tired

I rose today with nothing on my list.
There was no ask or task I had to meet.
I forced myself to move, but vigor missed
the mark – my energy was in retreat.
I’ll see a friend this afternoon – my feet
may take me to that loving rendezvous,
but that’s the most I’m likely to get through.

(Rhyme Royal)

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