April, a month, a poem a day.
Fourth from the start first from the pen
Two days behind, now nearly three or four
I find myself grasping for something to say
How long left have I got? Minutes, less than ten
New prompt is up, I just need to be more
Todays theme was to write a elegy about someone or something that has passed. This is my first day of the National Poetry Month Challenge, two days late, so I decided to write mine about the time that has passed between now and the official beginning of the challenge.