Grammar Life

I’m the contraction that I write
You are the pronoun
We reach for the verb
It is all I can do to make these words appear
To wonder at my exhaustion
Feeling the tired fingers that want to sleep
As my mind gets fuzzier
Mists of a brain surround each thought
And through the eternal night of my heart
I slumber into the next line
Which is this one
Never confused
Always the definite answer of maybe
The incomplete thought
Past participles have ended
And the continuous is still going
My grammar life is nigh