Household chores don’t int’rest me.
I do not want to do them.
The best that I can manage
is to muck and muddle through them.
I’d rather far step out the door
and see the signs of spring.
The leafing buds and first shy blooms
just cause my heart to sing.
If I were a Rabbit, I’d live right here.
I’d graze on the tulips and I’d smirk.
I’d chomp them down and I’d hop around,
and, I’d never do a single lick of work.
There won’t be tulips for me this year.
I have a sneaking hunch
that those pesky, pushy rabbits
are all thanking me for their lunch.
The daffodils turn their laughing faces
toward the April sun.
Dancing in golden happiness.
Opening one by one.
My candle burns for all the world.
My candle burns for me.
My candle burns so there’ll be light
for all the world to see.
It’s Daylight Savings Time again.
Remind me why we do it.
Remind me what it’s all about…
and why we still go through it.
I’m sending you a rainbow.
Butterflies. A turtle dove.
I’m sending you a happy day.
I’m sending you my love.
What if we said:
We just won’t do it?
What if we said:
We won’t go through it?
What if we said:
That’s tough! Goodbye!
What if we said:
We won’t comply?
Would the world collapse
outside our door?
Would stock price fall
right through the floor?
Or, would all cheer and shout:
No More!
…and together end
this useless chore?
It’s almost time to change the clocks –
a useless exercise..
Of all the inane things we do
this takes the Booby Prize.
May your day be filled with sunbeams.
May your path stretch clear ahead.
May your night light up with moonbeams.
May comfort touch your bed.
Living the Aging Life 