Not Nine Days Nine Hours - Poetry and Coffee bites

Just a quick tidbit on coffee, Seattle's Best... isn't. Okay that says enough about that. I got more important things to tender to.


"Nine Hours"


Nine hours spent spending still
Nine hours spent winding hill
Where nine hours went I do not know
Nine hours went where I can not go


Nine till noon time was spinning
Hours ticking away and I wasn't winning
Nine hours bickering in my head
Just nine hours until I've read

Nine hours last chapter and I've bet
My last nine dollars and I've let
The diggers dig too deep, down
Into the crust of my soul, drown


In water so shallow, only nine hours
Nine hours to go and God's powers
Turned the clock back those nine hours
God's love saving us from sins devours


Nine hours later... I breathed a sigh of relief.