...To Your Notice

When you woke up this morn,
I sat on your table.
I’d been there through dawn,
Bursting to share my tales.
While you hurried to work,
I nestled in your arm,
Assured I wouldn’t be shirked;
I’d be kept safe from harm.
But now, I bear a stain
And a little tear too-
To see, you’d have to strain:
But it’d make no difference to you.
All day, you vow to spend time with me;
The oven smokes, the phone rings.
I wonder if you also see:
I’m just another to-do thing.
Where you last leave me, I’ll remain;
I’ve got no place to go.
Everyday, I’ll say the same-
The same you need to know.
Day, sun; night, moon:
We still haven’t spoken.
Tick, tock; all too soon,
I’m on the table again.

Sincerely,
Your Bible.