Tonight I sit here all alone <br />With the world at my fingertips <br /> <br />Being carried to parts unknown <br />Yes, there is numbing in my hips <br /> <br />Just one more hour I tell myself <br />Just a few more searches, that's all <br /> <br />I'll put my head back on the shelf <br />'Long as there's nothing to enthral <br /> <br />Dumple ~ April,2006<br /><br />John Dustman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/staying-up-late/
