I don’t like housework.
I don’t like to do it.
The only thing that’s “Good”
is when you’ve gotten through it.
I don’t like housework.
I don’t like to do it.
The only thing that’s “Good”
is when you’ve gotten through it.
I love the lilting music of
a Ragtime melody.
I love the catchy tunes that spring
alive beneath the key.
I love the syncopation and
the ragged, broken beat
as the music sends a signal that
just leads to dancing feet.
I love the fluid motion that impels
the tune along.
I love the Ragtime music.
I love a Ragtime song.
I’m glad I learned to Toe Tap.
It’s a hugging substitute.
It demonstrates agility and
I also think it’s cute.
Sometimes I think the whole wide world
is utterly insane.
Sometimes I think we’ve all contracted
Virus of the Brain.
Sometimes I think our world will shatter
like sharp breaking glass.
Sometimes, I stop and realize:
this, too, will pass.
I live in a house with three old cats.
These cats shed a LOT of hair.
Wherever you go. throughout the house,
there’s cat hair everywhere.
Throughout my house there’s no sign of a mouse
and there are no cat fleas.
But there is cat hair everywhere.
It’s enough to make one sneeze.
The fog is dense ‘gainst the window pane.
I think I’ll go back to bed.
I planned on making an early start.
I’ll just sleep in instead.
Today I crossed the Boulevard.
(Crossing the Boulevard is hard).
Each time I make it back alive
I give myself a mental high five.
A thick marine layer just moved in
to block out the earlier sun.
I try to hold on to Summer, but
Autumn has surely begun.
Life offers us a promise in
the day that hasn’t yet been.
Tomorrow is another day.
….We get to try again.
Now the night has fallen round us.
Angels come to guard our sleep.
Now sweet slumber overtakes us.
May our rest be soft and deep.