It Must Be Old Age
December 8th 2010 01:40
I sleep a dreamless sleep
Well -- a couple of hours or so
My mind is ever active,
Why? I don't know.
It says I should be up
Doing creative things.
But this aching back,
These tired feet,
Think of other things.
There is so much I can do,
My mind keeps telling me,
But lying quietly in the darkness
Is where my body wants to be.
I think I must be getting old,
It's been a long long time
Since I bounded out each morning
With excitement on my mind.
I just poddle out for breakfast
Coffee white, and toast,
Roll another cigarette
and hear the early news.
Later, I'll get dressed
And open up the day
With a wander through the garden,
Thinking what I'll do today.
Decisions will be made,
Some jobs must be done
But where I have a choice to make
Is where I'll have some fun.
Mow the grass, pull some weeds
Or laze in the warming sun ?
Perhaps a walk with the dogs
Will give exciting inspiration,
Perhaps I'll ponder on the world,
Or my own crazy situation.
There is no hurry to be active,
No need to rush or bustle,
I'm like tree leaves in a gentle breeze,
I slowly move and rustle.
Well -- a couple of hours or so
My mind is ever active,
Why? I don't know.
It says I should be up
Doing creative things.
But this aching back,
These tired feet,
Think of other things.
There is so much I can do,
My mind keeps telling me,
But lying quietly in the darkness
Is where my body wants to be.
I think I must be getting old,
It's been a long long time
Since I bounded out each morning
With excitement on my mind.
I just poddle out for breakfast
Coffee white, and toast,
Roll another cigarette
and hear the early news.
Later, I'll get dressed
And open up the day
With a wander through the garden,
Thinking what I'll do today.
Decisions will be made,
Some jobs must be done
But where I have a choice to make
Is where I'll have some fun.
Mow the grass, pull some weeds
Or laze in the warming sun ?
Perhaps a walk with the dogs
Will give exciting inspiration,
Perhaps I'll ponder on the world,
Or my own crazy situation.
There is no hurry to be active,
No need to rush or bustle,
I'm like tree leaves in a gentle breeze,
I slowly move and rustle.
| 58 |
| Vote |
subscribe to this blog
