An Unopened Book
In The Night Of Ease
I sit down in my favorite chair,
and settle down for the eve.
Forgetting about lifes trials,
that had happend early in the day.
A good book and a soft drink,
seems the cure for my illness.
So here I sit quitly,
in the night of ease.
But, I can't help but see,
this empty room.
I feel alone some what lost,
in my chair.
In the night of ease.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright ©2003 D. Cody Herring
and settle down for the eve.
Forgetting about lifes trials,
that had happend early in the day.
A good book and a soft drink,
seems the cure for my illness.
So here I sit quitly,
in the night of ease.
But, I can't help but see,
this empty room.
I feel alone some what lost,
in my chair.
In the night of ease.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright ©2003 D. Cody Herring
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In The Night Of Ease
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