The deluge

Let’s start with the forty days,
forty days to drown in your sorrows
and forty nights to think all those
tomorrow’s were never to be,
drown anyway.
Some days like some today’s should
be, but are not necessarily all that
they’re cracked up to be or is
that just me being
I’m taking a breather beside her,
poetry has its advantages.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.