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.
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.
There’s always plenty of work to do
even in a City Garden.
I need to get outside before
the first frost starts to harden.
The compost pile is growing.
The potato vine is dumped.
The zucchini’s falling over.
The tomato vines have slumped.
The roses need their pruning
‘fore Old Winter hits too hard.
Flower beds need attention.
There’s work out in that yard!
There’s a malady among us and
I do maintain
that some of us are getting
COVID Virus of the Brain.
It’s continued isolation and
the wearing of the masks.
It’s the constant sanitizing and
the COVID Virus tasks.
I know my mind is getting blurred.
I really do not see
what the long term end of this
can possibly be.
Everyone needs a lullaby.
Here is one for you…
a simple, quiet melody
to bring sweet dreams to you.
Someone needs a lullaby,
and if that someone’s you….
Take this lullaby of love.
Sweet dreams your whole night through.
I’m cleaning out the litter box.
It’s my most un-fav’rite chore.
But you have to have a litter box
if your cats never leave your door.
One thing’s fairly certain
if there’s a litter box in your house.
People who have a litter box
likely do not have a mouse.
I’ve Corona Virus of the Brain.
It’s not so bad. I can’t complain.
Corona-Virus-of-the-Head
is not the strain that
puts me in bed.
Some days my mind doth think a thought.
Some days my mind doth thinketh not.
Tonight I need a lullaby.
I need a simple song.
I need sweet words of comfort
to bring my sleep along.
I need words soft and gentle.
I need words warm and kind.
I need a simple lullaby
to soothe my weary mind.
Today I got my flu shot.
I went out without delay.
I’m doing all I can to keep
the Virus Risk at bay.
I do not want pneumonia.
I don’t want the common cold.
I wash my hands obsessively.
It’s dangerous to be old.