When the sunrise’s shining promise <br />Of another twenty four hours <br />Made me want to cry, <br />And the sunset bored me <br />With orange indecisiveness, <br />(A slow death for a pitifully lifeless day) <br />I started to carve my gravestone. <br /> <br />With these gloomy thoughts, <br />Ten thousand epitaphs ready in my head <br />And a polished new chisel, <br />I found a dark place <br />And began work on the M. <br />By the time I reached the second T <br />I had lost interest.<br /><br />Matthew Lumley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/losing-interest/
