Why not give it a try?

I just wanted to check in. I have nothing to say at this point or time in my life. I'm wondering what I will eat for lunch today. Or should I save my appetite for dinner tonight? I'm cold here at work and I want to go shopping at Super Wal-Mart after I leave here. Not much to me, I guess. But I did read an awesome poem by Longfellow last night. I'm going to find it online so I can quote it correct.



"The day is done, and the darknessFalls from the wings of Night,As a feather is wafted downwardFrom an eagle in his flight.I see the lights of the villageGleam through the rain and the mist,And a feeling of sadness comes o'er meThat my soul cannot resist:A feeling of sadness and longing,That is not akin to pain,And resembles sorrow onlyAs the mist resembles the rain.Come, read to me some poem,Some simple and heartfelt lay,That shall soothe this restless feeling,And banish the thoughts of day.Not from the grand old masters,Not from the bards sublime,Whose distant footsteps echoThrough the corridors of Time.For, like strains of martial music,Their mighty thoughts suggestLife's endless toil and endeavor;And to-night I long for rest.Read from some humbler poet,Whose songs gushed from his heart,As showers from the clouds of summer,Or tears from the eyelids start;Who, through long days of labor,And nights devoid of ease,Still heard in his soul the musicOf wonderful melodies.Such songs have power to quietThe restless pulse of care,And come like the benedictionThat follows after prayer.Then read from the treasured volumeThe poem of thy choice,And lend to the rhyme of the poetThe beauty of thy voice.And the night shall be filled with musicAnd the cares, that infest the day,Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,And as silently steal away."

This isn't good, I didn't mean to distort it when I copied and pasted it to my blog. It's form is everything and now it doesn't even look like a poem. Bummer. I'll fix this later.