Yesterday's Poem

This poem is for yesterday.
Though I write daily, come-what-may,
On rare occasions things don’t click;
It’s hard to write when feeling sick.

My symptoms came on in a blink.
In my distress, I couldn’t think
And so the hours drifted by;
As for my poem – I didn’t try.

So this is my apology
Though no one really cares but me.
I still feel sick but later, may
Compose the poem that’s for today.