After a long day of debauchery With all of its riotous roistering I like to spend the evening quietly In reading and writing and cloistering
Just Fred and me in our sanctuary A cat and man both of a certain age Closer to the end than the beginning Of lives which have been extraordinary Now settling in the season of the sage Having survived to see ourselves winning
We see ourselves growing old truth be told The days grow short debauchery grows tame His cat food grows stale and my tea grows cold Our roistering not so riotous now A cat and man curled side by side the same Cloister to roister as time will allow
Who takes the credit also gets the blame We ask for neither and have both somehow Tomorrow is another day but we Would like to spend the evening quietly
"Having survived to see ourselves winning"
Now that is an accomplishment. I think that so many times in life, we are winning without realizing it. When you recognize your progress, you open the door for even better days. Enjoy your quiet evenings and bask in the cloistering.
Leo
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Now that is an accomplishment. I think that so many times in life, we are winning without realizing it. When you recognize your progress, you open the door for even better days. Enjoy your quiet evenings and bask in the cloistering.
Leo
God Bless,
Lew
And what a beautiful evening you and Fred share with me. Thank you--*purr*fect serenity in lovely lines. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I loved, "...cat and man both of a certain age." :)