up with the birds
throw back the covers
brush teeth
into the shower
scrub
exfoliate
shave legs
condition hair
rinse
towel off
moisturize
get dressed
blow dry hair
brush into place
walk the dog
brew the coffee
toast the toast
read the paper
check out CNN
exhausted
back to bed
Reading "These Golden Years" wore me out. Well, not exactly. :) It's been a long day. I enjoyed the rush of words as they sped me along from dawn to night. Before I left the classroom after thirty years, my days felt fast like that.
Reviewed by Michael Spencer (Reader)
Reviewed on November 30, 2008
This sounds like a day in the life of my retired Dad. nice one!
Hi Marcia. I read your poem,"These Golden Years" I will be sixty next year. Is that the start of the Golden years? Any way, I found your poem a little tongue in cheek but thought provoking. Nice work. Please feel free to visit my site here in the "Den"
That's the spirit B girl! ! ! those A people ganging doors at ungodly hours sould be given anaesthetics for disturb the night children trying to sleep late in the morning.
But CNN? that fellow Turner & Hanoi Jane? no way! ! !
Great write, though, nothing less from you.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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But CNN? that fellow Turner & Hanoi Jane? no way! ! !
Great write, though, nothing less from you.
Georg
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"walk the dog
brew the coffee
toast the toast"
That's about as much as we guys can manage on a good day!!!
Ted
hugs, Myrna
Outstanding poem . . . first rate - wonderful!!
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Lance