I’m slightly sad today; don’t quite know why.
Perhaps the clouds are too low in the sky.
Perhaps the dreams that overhung my night
Have left their trails and wrapped my brain too tight.
It could be all the time that slips away
No matter how I try to steer the day.
It seems whatever task I undertake
I must, perforce, another one forsake.
Today, I’m slightly sad. This day too will fly.
Still, I’m not quite sad enough to cry.