Today I thought
I'd be narcissus.
Read my own lines
To slake the thirst
To read a decent word or two
That wasn't asking me to
Politely take some urgent action
To expedite some interaction,
Or ask some party to
Fulfill a clause they agreed to..
Even as my feeble words satisfy the drought
I am troubled by this peculiar thought
"Each line I write today
Seems duller than the one I wrote yesterday
Was I better at words earlier?
Or tis Posterity that makes it so appear?"