What's Better Than That
When my chores are all done, and it’s night,
and the everyday world’s out of sight,
with my paper and pen
I retire once again
to the room where I most love to write.
With soft pillows to prop up my head,
I sit comfortably on my bed.
Though I might seem at rest,
there’s a creative test
of real work going on in my head!
I can write anywhere, but I’m wed
to my poetry; thus, I am led
where I’m free to take time
making love to the rhyme,
and what’s better for that - than in bed?
For 'A BRIAN STRAND FORMAL' Poetry Contest
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