Today is a perfect day.
A day I have all the luck.
It’s the day I sit down and
Never get off my butt.
As I pen this poem
the dust is piling deep.
Now that I live alone,
Rarely the floor I sweep.
My house has gone to hell
But on my chair I’ll stay.
Sighing I say, “Oh, well…
Online I’d rather play.”
For twenty years I toiled hard
Working the graveyard shift.
Now I’m old and tired
And enjoy the time I sit.
Regis
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Be alays safe,
Karen
Mike
Cheers,
Dan
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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Great write. I'll be glad when I get there...I think.
Mary