Sturdy Sometimes all that’s left To round things out When thinking fast or slow Is the study of the oldest art A sleep perchance to dream To dream and wake refreshed Our body feeling well and strong Sturdy, balanced, ready to face doubt.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Sturdy Sometimes all that’s left To round things out When thinking fast or slow Is the study of the oldest art A sleep perchance to dream To dream and wake refreshed Our body feeling well and strong Sturdy, balanced, ready to face doubt.