Last bad SAD poem before Spring, I hope

 

I am done with this day

Put it back on the shelf

Or in my bag, that way

 

I can read it on the

Bus, if I change my mind

For one that wants to be

 

Reading something new.

Now is old, blank and clean,

That extra page preserved

 

For silent doodling, no-

One watching or listening

Now that ‘The End’ has passed.