This Days End

A blessed thing ink,
And just to think,
That this ink,
Flowing from this pen,
Keeps me from the brink.
Saves me from I-N-G plus sink
Into frustrations when, in pain I am
And can do nothing for whom
Is so small and,
For herself cannot fend.
Now this one penguin
Will sleep.
And welcome this days’ end.

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