Today I made some Spinach Soup.
Didn’t know if I’d like it or not.
But that old Popeye had it right.
The soup just hits the spot.
Today I made some Spinach Soup.
Didn’t know if I’d like it or not.
But that old Popeye had it right.
The soup just hits the spot.
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.