The Day’s End

A cup of tea,

A comfy chair.

A time to relax,

Let down your hair.

I’ll light my lamp,

To guide your way.

Please hurry now,

And don’t delay.

When you’ve arrived,

I’ll pull the drape.

We’ll share our days,

In our veiled escape.

Slip off your shoes,

Undo your collar.

Feel free to scream,

Or curse or holler.

Sit back – relax,

Let out a sigh.

You’re safe and secure now,

In my tree house in the sky.

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole