Everyday problems.
Everyday woes.
Everyday worries…
I can handle those.
Everyday crises.
Everyday fears….
I’ve learned to manage
them over the years.
Violent protests.
Presidential hate.
Closed economy.
Zooming death rate…..
These are the problems
of the modern day.
Does anyone really
know their way?
I’m alone in the house with
Five Dozen Cookies.
They’re the cookies I like the best.
To be in a house with
Five Dozen Cookies
is about the Ultimate Test.
Will I persist or just give in?
Can I resist the lure?
Can I turn from bold temptation?
Are my eating habits pure?
I’m still in a house with
Four Dozen Cookies.
I’m afraid I failed the test.
These cookies are my fav’rite ones…
They’re the ones I like the best.
Google will tell you what time it is.
Google will tell you the day.
Google will tell you the weather.
She’ll do it in a friendly way.
How many people died last night?
How many will die today?
How many will die tomorrow
in this grim, dark COVID day?
I’m about to stop Doomscrolling.
All bad news is getting me down.
There’s never anything hopeful.
My face is a constant frown.
“Never let your guard down!”
“Never rest and don’t relax!”
“Never think that you are home free…
that there’s nothing at your backs!”
“Never think that there’ll be good times!”
“Never think that you’re ahead!”
“Never think that times are better!’
“It’s not safe to leave your bed!”
So I have to stop Doomscrolling
‘fore I lose my sanity.
I’m about to let it all go by….
saying, “What will be, will be.”
One good thing about the Virus.
It’s not spreading Winter Flu.
All that washing hands and distance –
they are Flu-Aversive, too!
The news is always dismal,
always bleak and in despair.
There is naught ahead but trouble.
We are wrecked beyond repair.
I luv my Ranger Cookies.
I luv the way they taste.
Alas! They do stay with me…
on my hips and on my waist.
I have a lot of Random Thoughts.
Those thoughts don’t always rhyme.
So, many of my Random Thoughts
just vanish, lost in time.
I’m a captive of the Virus.
I’m confined to house and home.
I stay close to my front doorstep
and my feet no longer roam.
Lunch and coffee with my friends
are just a distant memory.
And there is no change a’ coming
for as far as I can see.
But I’m busy every minute.
I am always working hard.
There’s no end to boring housework.
There’s always work out in the yard.
Living the Aging Life 