Lend amend apprehend
The day is running to
an end,
As they scrape for what to rend,
As talks and deeds define and wend,
The purpose for which history will tend.
If in the time it has
taken to offend,
You have the wherewithal to forfend,
There is no reason to need or bend,
For what you never get to spend.
There not another
hour to extend,
Neither a longer write up to defend,
Just a poem of rhymes that prepend,
And there’s a blog you can comprehend.
