Energy (an acrostic poem)


Eventually the tiredness had to break, right?

No way he could be this tired for this long.

Everything seemed such an effort, even blinking!

Reaching for his sixth Monster, he pounded it back.

Going to be a long shift tonight. Good thing he had a twelve pack.

Yet he wondered if that would be enough.

Pack (an acrostic poem)

Put everything into your suitcase known as life

And don’t leave anything behind.  Cram it inside.

Can’t take it with you?  Sure you can.

Knowledge and experiences are the best luggage ever.