Bedside Table

Too much to read, too little time!

This week’s poem from Dominic

is one we can certainly relate to.

Bedside table

My bedside table heaves,

Stacked with books I mean to read,

But haven’t yet,

Standing tall against the wall,

Vast bulks of text,

I just never get round to it,

I never have the time,

Nor the energy,

(And didn’t ask for most of them in the first place);

Yet still the voices come,

Why do they remain unread,

My ignorance of what is said,

So the fear remains,

As long as they do.