I sat in the car on Monday lunchtime and wrote this. And if you can't get a poem out of your head and onto paper in five minutes, you're doing it wrong.
It's called "U OK hun xx" and it's about the inevitability of time's march. Everybody who writes poems gets to this one sooner or later.
U OK hun xxThe days fall away like leavesBecause you can't stop the clock,And every morning there's a painBut it's only inside your headBecause you have nothing to do that's worth your whileSo you sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep.And then you wake upAnd tomorrow you wake upAnd the day after you wake upAnd then one dayYou don't wake up.And that gives you something to look forward to, I suppose.Somebody asks: U OK hun xx
I've done a version with a Minion, just in case you want to put it on Facebook to depress your friends. Minions are mandatory on Facebook, I gather.