Uncertain

Uncertain

There’s 
No 
Limit,
I regret,
To
How 
Bad
Things
May
Get.
Lately,
I fall
Asleep
In
Front
Of
The
TV
Set.
Admittedly,
I work
Hard
All
Day
Long,
But
It’s
Wrong
If
I take
A
Break, 
And
Can’t
Stay
Awake.
Where
Is
The 
Rogue
Of
Yesterday,
That
Never
Got 
Enough
Of
Play,
And
Danced
Their
Youth
Away?
Still
In
The
Food
Chain, 
For
What
Adventures
May
Remain.
Still
Treading
Art’s
Exotic
Air,
But
Often, 
From
A
Reclining
Chair.