I would like nothing better
Than to make the newspaper in my hands
Stop flapping so annoyingly.
I would like nothing more
Than to tell the wind and world to get a room
And just leave me alone.
I would like very much
To sit and enjoy the free, mortal time I have
In a calming, still peace.
I would greatly appreciate
If I didn’t have to keep up stupid responsibilities
That keep me from sleep.
But that would be asking
The Totality of All to do Way Too Much
For my lowly self.
By Tom Farris,
Contributing Poet
