O my desk,
a daily friend you are
leaning back I can trust you
stuck by my side all these years.
legs firmly pressed into carpet,
sleek gray blade, leveled,
every poem is written here
made with your support
The passing of the years,
will not escape you.
I will never forget you
even if I have to replace you.
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 3:22 AM UTC
O my desk,
a daily friend you are
leaning back I can trust you
stuck by my side all these years.
legs firmly pressed into carpet,
sleek gray blade, leveled,
every poem is written here
made with your support
The passing of the years,
will not escape you.
I will never forget you
even if I have to replace you.
