I go to bed too late,
The next day I tire easily, my fate,
If I do get to heavens gate,
Will I then be late as well,
Will the keeper of the gate, wait…?
Most of the time to myself I berate,
I would rather relax and stay sedate,
Instead I am always rushing, of affairs what a state,
Seems I did learn this from my loving soul mate…
After my morning shower I feel great,
As the day wears on that feeling does abate,
Perhaps though it is just the heat and my being overweight,
I could be sold at auction as a complete estate…J
© ed ~ 7/11/06
Love tinks
Taylor
okay for now I'll say...........The only way to break a habit is to start a new one......
I'll bid one cent beyond Ogre Ed........ya know Rufuz would prefer me :-)
What's the opening bid? I could probably use a motor home, and, of course, I'd take good old Rufuz. Got any cookies??!!
I bet you do great!Excellent poem Rufuz!;-)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Or let Rufuz *wOoF!!ers* be your alarm clock. :) Bet he'd be a good WATCHdog. (Sorry, couldn't resist LOL) I know, I know...don't give up my day job! LOL