As we wish it to be anyway.

Sittin’ on the bank with my fishin’ pole,
a hoping that worm will do it’s thing
and pleased I ain’t gotta listen
for no phone to ring.
Done retired or so they said,
still it’s 5AM when I crawl outta bed.
No longer do I havta shave
and if I don’t want to, don’t havta bathe.
Worked all those years so I could roam,
but just seem to sit around here at home.
But that’s ok cause the little lady’s here
and what she brings is a lotta cheer.
So I watch this line, a danglin’ there
and if a fish bites, I don’t care.
I read my books and work with wood
just like anybody in their right mind should.
My life’s ok I’m here to say, as
I thank the good Lord for another day.

September 28, 2005